He sat down to rest.

Whitie sniffed at the pale girl and whined and crept to Venters's feet.

Ring lapped the water in the runway of the spring.
Presently Venters went out to the opening, caught the horse and, leading him through the thicket, unsaddled him and tied him with a long halter.
Wrangle left his browsing long enough to whinny and toss his head.
Venters felt that he could not rest easily till he had secured the other rustler's horse; so, taking his rifle and calling for Ring, he set out.
Swiftly yet watchfully he made his way through the canyon to the oval and out to the cattle trail.

What few tracks might have betrayed him he obliterated, so only an expert tracker could have trailed him.

Then, with many a wary backward glance across the sage, he started to round up the rustler's horse.