"None but an insane man would ride out there." Somewhat tardily automobile parties started in pursuit.

These vehicles were halted at the edge of the quicksand.

Tom and Harry had also come this far.
In the background the halted crowd watched in suspense as George Ashby galloped over the treacherous sand.
Several times the pony's hoofs were seen to sink, yet each time the animal seemed able to draw his feet out of the sand and go on again.
"It's a crazy man's luck," cried an Arizona man thickly.

"Of course, here and there on the Man-killer there are safe, sound spots, and Ashby is having the luck of his life in hitting all the sound spots in getting across.

But I wouldn't follow him for a thousand dollars a minute!" The mad hotel man was soon lost to view on the other side of one of the little hills of sand.
There would have been little sense in trying to follow him or to head him off, even by more roundabout courses.