The strength in him then--the thing rife in him that was not hate, but something as remorseless--might have been the fiery fruition of a whole lifetime of vengeful quest.

Nothing could have stopped him.
Venters thought out the race shrewdly.

The rider on Bells would probably drop behind and take to the sage.

What he did was of little moment to Venters.

To stop Jerry Card, his evil hidden career as well as his present flight, and then to catch the blacks--that was all that concerned Venters.