But Brace, who was still keeping in the shadow, suddenly grasped his companion's arm.
"Hush! It's NOT Buckskin," he whispered hurriedly.
"Are you sure ?" "DON'T YOU SEE WE'RE GAINING ON HIM ?" replied the other contemptuously.
Dunn grasped his companion's hand and pressed it silently.

Even in that supreme moment this horseman's tribute to the fugitive Buckskin forestalled all baser considerations of pursuit and capture! In twenty seconds they were abreast of the stranger, crowding his horse and buggy nearly into the ditch; Brace keenly watchful, Dunn suppressed and pale.

In half a minute they were leading him a length; and when their horse again settled down to his steady work, the stranger was already lost in the circling dust that followed them.

But the victors seemed disappointed.

The obscurity had completely hidden all but the vague outlines of the mysterious driver.
"He's not our game, anyway," whispered Dunn.