He caught sight of her just as her long arm shot out like a wooden beam.

He dodged; and the blow intended for him landed full against the side of the unfortunate Pete's head with a force that took him clean off his feet and sent him flying like a football twenty yards down the coulee.
Miki did not wait for further results.

Quick as a flash he was in a currant thicket tearing down the little gulch after Neewa.

They came out on the plain together, and for a good ten minutes they did not halt in their flight long enough to look back.

When they did, the coulee was a mile away.