Instantly, with mouth wide open and ears flat on his head, the black horse rushed at the bronchos.

With a single bound they were off, the lines trailing in the dust.

Together Hell, Cameron and the doctor sprang for the wagon, but before they could touch it it was whisked from underneath their fingers as the bronchos dashed in a mad gallop down the trail, Moira meantime clinging desperately to the seat of the pitching wagon.

After them darted Cameron and for some moments it seemed as if he could overtake the flying ponies, but gradually they drew away and he gave up the chase.

After him followed the whole company, his wife, the doctor, Hell, all in a blind horror of helplessness.
"My God! My God!" cried Cameron, his breath coming in sobbing gasps.
"The cut bank!" Hardly were the words out of his mouth when Raven came up at an easy canter.
"Don't worry," he said quietly to Mandy, who was wringing her hands in despair, "I'll get them." Like a swallow for swiftness and for grace, the black stallion sped away, flattening his body to the trail as he gathered speed.