Upon reaching him Venters removed the saddle and bridle.

Black Star had been killed on his legs, Venters thought.

He had no hope for the stricken horse.

Black Star lay flat, covered with bloody froth, mouth wide, tongue hanging, eyes glaring, and all his beautiful body in convulsions.
Unable to stay there to see Jane's favorite racer die, Venters hurried up the trail to meet the other black.

On the way he kept a sharp lookout for Jerry Card.