A light touch of spur was sufficient to make Wrangle plunge.

And now, with a ringing, wild snort, he seemed to double up in muscular convulsions and to shoot forward with an impetus that almost unseated Venters.

The sage blurred by, the trail flashed by, and the wind robbed him of breath and hearing.
Jerry Card turned once more.

And the way he shifted to Black Star showed he had to make his last desperate running.

Venters aimed to the side of the trail and sent a bullet puffing the dust beyond Jerry.