Not improbably he reasoned that the powerful sorrel could more easily overtake Bells in the heavier going outside of the trail.

Soon only a few hundred yards lay between Bells and Wrangle.

Turning in his saddle, the rustler began to shoot, and the bullets beat up little whiffs of dust.

Venters raised his rifle, ready to take snap shots, and waited for favorable opportunity when Bells was out of line with the forward horses.

Venters had it in him to kill these men as if they were skunk-bitten coyotes, but also he had restraint enough to keep from shooting one of Jane's beloved Arabians.
No great distance was covered, however, before Bells swerved to the left, out of line with Black Star and Night.