As Venters went thundering by he peered keenly into the sage, but caught no sign of the man.

Bells ran a few hundred yards, slowed up, and had stopped when Wrangle passed him.
Again Venters began slipping fresh cartridges into the magazine of his rifle, and his hand was so sure and steady that he did not drop a single cartridge.

With the eye of a rider and the judgment of a marksman he once more measured the distance between him and Jerry Card.

Wrangle had gained, bringing him into rifle range.

Venters was hard put to it now not to shoot, but thought it better to withhold his fire.