She was being commanded now, but there was that in the voice which, while commanding her, made her long to do as she was bid.

It was an obedience filled with passion, resigning itself to the will of a force which was all gentleness, but oh, so compelling! She buried her face in her hands, and presently Orlando had opened a vein in the chestnut's neck, and its life-blood slowly ebbed away.
As he turned towards her again, Orlando was startled by a sudden action on the part of his broncho.

Whether it was the smell of blood which frightened it, or death itself, which has its own terrors to animal life, or whether it was as though a naked, shivering animal soul passed by, the broncho started, shied and presently broke into a trot; then, before Orlando could reach it, into a gallop, and was away down the prairie in the direction of Slow Down Ranch.
"That's queer," he said, and he gave a nervous little laugh.

"It's the worst of luck, and--and we're twelve miles from Tralee," he added slowly.
"It's terrible!" Louise said, her fingers twisting together in an effort at self-control.

"Don't you see how terrible it is ?" she asked, looking into Orlando's troubled face but cheerful eyes.
"You couldn't walk that distance, of course," he remarked.
She endeavoured to get to her feet, but seemed to give way.