Judith's spurs answered him, and the bit . . . brought him about,
whirling . . . bucking as only . . . a devil-hearted horse knows how to
buck . . . . . . _Frontispiece_
A lean, muscular hand fell lightly upon his shoulder and he was jerked
back promptly
Quinnion was down and shooting, with but ten steps . . . between him
and the man whom he sought to kill
"You'll find your work cut out for you."