"That fellow can't hold the breaker straight, Courthorne." It was a minute or two later when he flung a breathless lad away from his plow, and the latter turned upon him hoarse with indignation.
"I raced Stapleton for it.

Loose your hold, confound you.

It's mine," he said.
Dane turned and laughed at him as he signed to one of the Ontario hired men to take the near horse's head.
"You're a plucky lad, and you've done what you could," he said.
"Still, if you get in the way of a grown man now, I'll break your head for you." He was off in another moment, crossed Winston, who had found fresh beasts, in his furrow, and had turned and doubled it before the fire that had passed the other barrier came close upon them.

Once more the smoke grew blinding, and one of Dane's beasts went down.
"I'm out of action now," he said.

"Try back.