It would be a good lesson; serve him right for coming in there and thinking, because he had cleaned up once or twice, that he could not be beaten.
"Here they come," Jeff Hall announced satisfiedly, and spat into the sand as a tiny blue puff of smoke showed beside one of the dots, and two other dots began to grow perceptibly larger within a yellow cloud which rolled along the earth.
Men reined this way and that, or stood on their toes if they were afoot, the better to see the two rolling dots.

In a moment one dot seemed larger than the other.

One could glimpse the upflinging of knees as two horses leaped closer and closer.
"Well-l-he's keepin' Dave in sight--that's more than what I expected he'd do," Jeff observed.
It was Pop who suddenly gave a whoop that cracked and shrilled into falsetto.
"Shucks a'mighty! Dave, he's a-whippin' up to keep the KID in sight!" he quavered.

"Shucks--a'MIGHTY, he 's a-comin'!" He was.

Lying forward flattened along Sunfish's hard-muscled shoulders, Bud was gaining and gaining--one length, then two lengths as he shot under the wire, slowed and rode back to find a silent crowd watching him.
He was clothed safely again in chaps, boots, spurs, hat--except that I have named the articles backward; cowpuncher that he was, Bud put on his hat before he even reached for his boots--and was collecting his wagers relentlessly as Shylock ever took his toll, before he paid any attention to the atmosphere around him.