As his gaze swept the wood near the river he caught a glimpse of a horse and rider as they passed through a clearing and went slowly away from him.
They had tricked him again! Probably by this time Betty was in her room, laughing at him.

Taggart was laughing, too, no doubt.

The thought maddened him.

He cursed bitterly as he ran to the stable.

He was inside in a flash, saddling Blackleg, jamming a bit into his mouth.
He would follow Taggart to the Arrow, to hell--anywhere, but he would catch him.