Dare he go again, he gallop fast." Reuben had not caught sight of the figure, but he pressed his spurs against the horse's sides.
"I will see who it is, at any rate.

Jim, do you ride straight on to the house, and say I shall be there in a few minutes." As Reuben rode, at a headlong gallop, towards the point where his course would probably intersect that of the horseman, riding in the direction Jim had pointed out, he turned over rapidly, in his mind, the thought whether his anxiety for Kate Ellison was not making a fool of him.

Why should he turn from his course, just at the end of a long journey, to start at full speed on the track of this figure, of which Jim had caught only a glance?
It might be a stockman, or someone who had ridden over from one of the neighbouring stations to see how Donald was getting on; but even so, he told himself, no harm was done by his assuring himself of that.
It was not the way Mr.Barker would take to his station.

Had it been a neighbour who had come over, he would not be likely to leave again, so early.

Neither of the constables would be riding away, in defiance of his orders on no account to stir any distance from the house.
Presently he caught a glimpse of the horseman.