But caution was a meaningless word to Bud just then while a small flame of hope burned steadily before him.
The last turn, where on the first trip Sunfish lost Boise and balked for a minute, he made so fast that Sunfish left a patch of yellowish hair on a pointed rock and came into the open snorting fire of wrath.

He went over the rough ground like a bouncing antelope, simply because he was too mad to care how many legs he broke.

At the peak of rocks he showed an inclination to stop, and Bud, who had been thinking and planning while he hoped, pulled him to a stand and waited for the others to come up.

They could not go nearer the corrals without incurring the danger of being overheard, and that must not happen.
"You damn fool," gritted Jerry when he came up with Bud.

"If I'd knowed you wanted to commit suicide I'd a caved your head in with a rock and saved myself the craziest ride I ever took in m' life!" "Oh, shut up!" Bud snapped impatiently.