He spurred Wrangle, and as the horse lengthened his stride Venters slipped cartridges into the magazine of his rifle till it was once again full.
Card and his companion were now half a mile or more in advance, riding easily down the slope.

Venters marked the smooth gait, and understood it when Wrangle galloped out of the sage into the broad cattle trail, down which Venters had once tracked Jane Withersteen's red herd.

This hard-packed trail, from years of use, was as clean and smooth as a road.
Venters saw Jerry Card look back over his shoulder, the other rider did likewise.

Then the three racers lengthened their stride to the point where the swinging canter was ready to break into a gallop.
"Wrangle, the race's on," said Venters, grimly.

"We'll canter with them and gallop with them and run with them.