By gosh, she could hide Boise out somewhere and--" For a young man in danger of being lynched by his boss for horse stealing and waylaid and robbed by a gang notorious in the country, Bud's appetite for risk seemed insatiable that morning.

For he added the extreme possibility of breaking his neck by reckless riding in the next hour.
He swung Sunfish about and jabbed him with the spurs, ducking into the gloom of the Gap as if the two who rode behind were assassins on his trail.

Once he spoke, and that was to Sunfish.

His tone was savage.
"Damn your lazy hide, you've been through here twice and you've got daylight to help--now pick up your feet and travel!" Sunfish travelled; and the pace he set sent even Jerry gasping now and then when he came to the worst places, with the sound of galloping hoofs in the distance before him, and Eddie coming along behind and lifting his voice warningly now and then.

Even the Catrockers had held the Gap in respect, and had ridden its devious trail cautiously.