He leaned heavily back into the arms of the girl, his head rolling wildly from side to side.

Then, clearer than before, dominating all the confusion of noise, and with a ringing, trumpet note of courage in it, the black stallion neighed again from his burning stall.

It had a magic effect upon Barry.

He stood up and tore himself from the arms of the girl.

They saw her gesture and cry to the surrounding men for help, and a dozen hands were stretched out to keep the madman from running again into the fire.