"Well, they'll certainly have to travel _some_," he said.

"About as fast as the man will have to travel that takes you away from me." "Is victory that dear to you ?" she asked.
"I won't take one without the other," he told her his eyes glowing.
"If I don't beat Silverthorn and the others, an' keep the Double A for you, why I----" "You'll win!" she said.
"You are hopin' I will ?" he grinned.

"Well," he added, as she averted her eyes, "there'll come a time when we'll talk real serious about that.

I'm goin' to tell the range boss to get ready for a drive to Las Vegas." "That is a hundred and seventy-five miles!" gasped the girl.
"I've followed a trail herd two thousand," grinned Sanderson.
"You mean that you will go yourself--with the outfit ?" "Sure." Sanderson went out, mounted Streak, and found the range boss--Eli Carter.

Carter and the men were ordered to round up all the Double A cattle and get ready to drive them to Las Vegas.