When Streak got the word he leaped forward at a pace that gave Williams
an idea of how he had gained his name. He flashed by the head of the
moving columns and vanished into the growing darkness, running with
long, swift, sure leaps that took him over the ground like a feather
before a hurricane.

But fast as he went, he did not travel too rapidly for Sanderson. For
in Sanderson's heart also lurked a premonition of evil. But he did not
fear it; it grimmed his lips, it made his eyes blaze with a wanton,
savage fire; it filled his heart with a bitter passion to slay the man
who had stayed behind at the Double A ranchhouse.

And he urged Streak to additional effort, heading him recklessly
through sections of country where a stumble meant disaster, lifting him
on the levels, and riding all the time with only one thought in
mind--speed, speed, speed.




CHAPTER XXXIII

A MAN LEAVES OKAR

Riding the hard trail through the basin, from its neck at Okar to the
broad, upward slope that led to the Double A ranchhouse, came another
man, who also was sacrificing everything to speed. His horse was
fresh, and he spared it not at all as he swept in long, smooth, swift
undulations over the floor of the basin.