If you'll be a man--give up drinking and gambling--maybe you'll have a chance with her.

Hurry now--go after her." I mounted and spurred my horse after Sally's.

She was down on the level now, out in the open, and giving her mount his head.

Even had I wanted to overhaul her at once the matter would have been difficult, well nigh impossible under five miles.
Sally had as fast a horse as there was on the range; she made no weight in the saddle, and she could ride.

From time to time she looked back over her shoulder.
I gained enough to make her think I was trying to catch her.