He had sensed it first when Wrangle swung him up to the high saddle, he knew it now when he lay in the gateway of Deception Pass.

He had no thrill of adventure, rather a gloomy perception of great hazard, perhaps death.

He meant to find Oldring's retreat.

The rustlers had fast horses, but none that could catch Wrangle.

Venters knew no rustler could creep upon him at night when Ring and Whitie guarded his hiding-place.