He climbed into the saddle without a word.

He had been labouring for these last days under a sense of injury, and his thoughts had narrowed in upon himself.

He was thinking.

"I, too, then, could never win that prize." His conviction that he was really one of the White People, bolstered up as it had been by so many vain arguments, was put to the test of fact.

The truth shone in upon his mind.