Still he would capture Wildfire; his mind was unalterably set there.

He anticipated that the stallion would make a final and desperate rush past him; and he had his plan of action all outlined.

What worried him was the possibility of Wildfire doing some unforeseen feat at the very last.

Slone was prepared for hours of strained watching, and then a desperate effort, and then a shock that might kill Wildfire and cripple Nagger, or a long race and fight.
But he soon discovered that he was wrong about the long watch and wait.
The wind had grown strong and was driving the fire swiftly.

The flames, fanned by the breeze, leaped to a formidable barrier.