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Jerry Card was bent forward with his teeth fast in the front of Wrangle's nose！ Venters saw it； and there flashed over him a memory of this trick of a few desperate riders。 He even thought of one rider who had worn off his teeth in this terrible hold to break or control desperate horses。 Wrangle had indeed gone mad。 The marvel was what guided him。 Was it the half…brute； the more than half…horse instinct of Jerry Card？ Whatever the mystery； it was true。 And in a few more rods Jerry would have the sorrel turning into the trail leading down into the canyon。
〃NoJerry！〃 whispered Venters； stepping forward and throwing up the rifle。 He tried to catch the little humped； frog…like shape over the sights。 It was moving too fast； it was too small。 Yet Venters shot once 。。。twice。。。the third time。。。four times。。。five！ all wasted shots and precious seconds！
With a deep…muttered curse Venters caught Wrangle through the sights and pulled the trigger。 Plainly he heard the bullet thud。 Wrangle uttered a horrible strangling sound。 In swift death action he whirled； and with one last splendid leap he cleared the canyon rim。 And he whirled downward with the little frog…like shape clinging to his neck！
There was a pause which seemed never ending； a shock； and an instant s silence。
Then up rolled a heavy crash； a long roar of sliding rocks dying away in distant echo； then silence unbroken。
Wrangle's race was run。
CHAPTER XVIII。 OLDRING'S KNELL
Some forty hours or more later Venters created a commotion in Cottonwoods by riding down the main street on Black Star and leading Bells and Night。 He had come upon Bells grazing near the body of a dead rustler； the only incident of his quick ride into the village。
Nothing was farther from Venters's mind than bravado。 No thought came to him of the defiance and boldness of riding Jane Withersteen's racers straight into the arch…plotter's stronghold。 He wanted men to see the famous Arabians； he wanted men to see them dirty and dusty； bearing all the signs of having been driven to their limit； he wanted men to see and to know that the thieves who had ridden them out into the sage had not ridden them back。 Venters had come for that and for morehe wanted to meet Tull face to face； if not Tull； then Dyer； if not Dyer； then anyone in the secret of these master conspirators。 Such was Venters's passion。 The meeting with the rustlers； the unprovoked attack upon him； the spilling of blood； the recognition of Jerry Card and the horses； the race； and that last plunge of mad Wrangleall these things； fuel on fuel to the smoldering fire； had kindled and swelled and leaped into living flame。 He could have shot Dyer in the midst of his religious services at the altar； he could have killed Tull in front of wives and babes。
He walked the three racers down the broad； green…bordered village road。 He heard the murmur of running water from Amber Spring。 Bitter waters for Jane Withersteen！ Men and women stopped to gaze at him and the horses。 All knew him； all knew the blacks and the bay。 As well as if it had been spoken； Venters read in the faces of men the intelligence that Jane Withersteen's Arabians had been known to have been stolen。 Venters reined in and halted before Dyer's residence。 It was a low； long； stone structure resembling Withersteen House。 The spacious front yard was green and luxuriant with grass and flowers； gravel walks led to the huge porch； a well…trimmed hedge of purple sage separated the yard from the church grounds； birds sang in the trees； water flowed musically along the walks； and there were glad； careless shouts of children。 For Venters the beauty of this home； and the serenity and its apparent happiness； all turned red and black。 For Venters a shade overspread the lawn； the flowers； the old vine…clad stone house。 In the music of the singing birds； in the murmur of the running water； he heard an ominous sound。 Quiet beautysweet musicinnocent laughter！ By what monstrous abortion of fate did these abide in the shadow of Dyer？
Venters rode on and stopped before Tull's cottage。 Women stared at him with white faces and then flew from the porch。 Tull himself appeared at the door； bent low； craning his neck。 His dark face flashed out of sight； the door banged； a heavy bar dropped with a hollow sound。
Then Venters shook Black Star's bridle； and； sharply trotting； led the other horses to the center of the village。 Here at the intersecting streets and in front of the stores he halted once more。 The usual lounging atmosphere of that prominent corner was not now in evidence。 Riders and ranchers and villagers broke up what must have been absorbing conversation。 There was a rush of many feet； and then the walk was lined with faces。
Venters's glance swept down the line of silent stone…faced men。 He recognized many riders and villagers； but none of those he had hoped to meet。 There was no expression in the faces turned toward him。 All of them knew him； most were inimical； but there were few who were not burning with curiosity and wonder in regard to the return of Jane Withersteen's racers。 Yet all were silent。 Here were the familiar characteristicsmasked feelingstrange secretivenessexpressionless expression of mystery and hidden power。
〃Has anybody here seen Jerry Card？〃 queried Venters； in a loud voice。
In reply there came not a word； not a nod or shake of head； not so much as dropping eye or twitching lipnothing but a quiet； stony stare。
〃Been under the knife？ You've a fine knife…wielder hereone Tull； I believe！。。。Maybe you've all had your tongues cut out？〃
This passionate sarcasm of Venters brought no response； and the stony calm was as oil on the fire within him。
〃I see some of you pack guns； too！〃 he added； in biting scorn。 In the long； tense pause； strung keenly as a tight wire； he sat motionless on Black Star。 〃All right；〃 he went on。 〃Then let some of you take this message to Tull。 Tell him I've seen Jerry Card！ Tell him Jerry Card will never return！〃
Thereupon； in the same dead calm； Venters backed Black Star away from the curb； into the street； and out of range。 He was ready now to ride up to Withersteen House and turn the racers over to Jane。
〃Hello； Venters！〃 a familiar voice cried； hoarsely； and he saw a man running toward him。 It was the rider Judkins who came up and gripped Venters's hand。 〃Venters； I could hev dropped when I seen them hosses。 But thet sight ain't a marker to the looks of you。 What's wrong？ Hev you gone crazy？ You must be crazy to ride in here this waywith them hossestalkie' thet way about Tull en' Jerry Card。〃
〃Jud； I'm not crazyonly mad clean through；〃 replied Venters。
〃Mad； now； Bern； I'm glad to hear some of your old self in your voice。 Fer when you come up you looked like the corpse of a dead rider with fire fer eyes。 You hed thet crowd too stiff fer throwin' guns。 Come； we've got to hev a talk。 Let's go up the lane。 We ain't much safe here。〃
Judkins mounted Bells and rode with Venters up to the cottonwood grove。 Here they dismounted and went among the trees。
〃Let's hear from you first；〃 said Judkins。 〃You fetched back them hosses。 Thet is the trick。 An'； of course； you got Jerry the same as you got Horne。〃
〃Horne！〃
〃Sure。 He was found dead yesterday all chewed by coyotes； en' he'd been shot plumb center。〃
〃Where was he found？〃
〃At the split down the trailyou know where Oldring's cattle trail runs off north from the trail to the pass。〃
〃That's where I met Jerry and the rustlers。 What was Horne doing with them？ I thought Horne was an honest cattle…man。〃
〃LordBern； don't ask me thet！ I'm all muddled now tryin' to figure things。〃
Venters told of the fight and the race with Jerry Card and its tragic conclusion。
〃I knowed it！ I knowed all along that Wrangle was the best hoss！〃 exclaimed Judkins； with his lean face working and his eyes lighting。 〃Thet was a race！ Lord； I'd like to hev seen Wrangle jump the cliff with Jerry。 An' thet was good…by to the grandest hoss an' rider ever on the sage！。。。But； Bern； after you got the hosses why'd you want to bolt right in Tull's face？〃
〃I want him to know。 An' if I can get to him I'll〃
〃You can't get near Tull；〃 interrupted Judkins。 〃Thet vigilante bunch hev t