As well follow the wind as the chestnut stranger.

Besides, the blood was pouring from the gash in his shoulder and that foreleg was growing weak; it was well that the battle had ended at this point.
But it was not ended! Flight was not in the mind of Alcatraz as he swept away.

He ran in dodging circles about the enemy, swerving in and then veering sharply out as the black reared to meet the expected charge.
Whatever else was accomplished, he had gained the initiative and that plus his lightness of foot might bring matters to a decisive issue in his favor.

Twice he made his rush; twice the black turned and met him with that shower of crushing blows with the fore hoofs.

But the third time a feint at one side and a charge at the other took the leader unawares.