The rider was trying to make out what horse it happened to be that thus gained on Jane Withersteen's peerless racers.
Wrangle had so long been away from the village that not improbably Jerry had forgotten.

Besides, whatever Jerry's qualifications for his fame as the greatest rider of the sage, certain it was that his best point was not far-sightedness.

He had not recognized Wrangle.

After what must have been a searching gaze he got his comrade to face about.

This action gave Venters amusement.