"A little more luck like this," she cried as once more they took to the
road, "and Blenham will put one over on us yet!"
It was borne in upon Steve that Terry's fears might prove to be only
too well founded. The time she had taken to drive to him at his ranch,
the time lost in returning to her home and in changing tires and
mending a puncture, had been put to better use by Blenham. True, he
was on horseback while they motored. And yet, for a score or so of
miles, a determined, brutally merciless man upon a horse may render an
account of himself.
But while they both speculated they sped on. They came to the spot
where the "old road" turned into the new; Blenham and Temple were to be
seen nowhere though here the country was flat and but sparsely
timbered, and the moon pricked out all objects distinctly.
And so on and on, beginning to wonder at last, asking themselves if
Blenham and Temple had drawn out of the road somewhere, hiding in the
shadows, to let them go by? But finally only when they were climbing
the last winding grade with Red Creek but a couple of miles away, they
saw the two horsemen.
Terry's car swung about a curve in the road her headlights for a brief
instant aiding the moon in garishly illuminating a scene to be
remembered. Blenham had turned in his saddle, startled perhaps by the
sound of the oncoming car or by the gleam of the headlights; his
uplifted quirt fell heavily upon the sides of his running horse; rose
and fell again upon the rump of Temple's mount, and the two men, their
horses leaping under them, were gone over the ridge and down upon the
far side.
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