But we must push on, Reuben, if we are to help our companion.' 'One more spurt, then, little Dido,' cried Reuben; 'can you muster strength for one more?
Nay, I have not the heart to put spurs to you.

If you can do it, I know you will.' The brave mare snorted, as though she understood her riders words, and stretched her weary limbs into a gallop.

So stoutly did she answer the appeal that, though I pressed Covenant to his topmost speed, she was never more than a few strides behind him.
'He took this direction,' said I, peering anxiously out into the darkness.

'He can scarce have gone far, for he spoke of making a stand.
Or, perhaps, finding that we are not with him, he may trust to the speed of his horse.' 'What chance hath a horse of outstripping these brutes ?' Reuben answered.

'They must run him to earth, and he knows it.