Fair and true the shoulder of Alcatraz struck him on the side and the impact flung the black heavily to the earth.

The shock had staggered even Alcatraz but he was at the other like a savage terrier.
Thrice he stamped across that struggling body until the black lay motionless with his coat crimson from twenty slashes.

Then Alcatraz drew away and neighed his triumph, and in his exultation he noted that the herd drew close together at his call.
Why, he could not imagine, and he had no time to ponder on it, for the black was now struggling to his feet.

But there was no fight left in him.

He stood dazed, with fallen head, and to the challenge of the chestnut he replied by not so much as the pricking of his flagging ears.
The grey mare went to him, touched noses with her overlord, and then backed away, shaking her head.