Upon breaking through a clump of aspens he saw the dark form of a man in the camp.

Cold, then hot, Venters burst into frenzied speed to reach his guns.

He was cursing himself for a thoughtless fool when the man's tall form became familiar and he recognized Lassiter.

Then the reversal of emotions changed his run to a walk; he tried to call out, but his voice refused to carry; when he reached camp there was Lassiter staring at the white-faced girl.

By that time Ring and Whitie had recognized him.
"Hello, Venters! I'm makin' you a visit," said Lassiter, slowly.