Upon it a great yellow cat clung and yowled his fear.
"That's old Dutch Henry's house," Park shouted above the roar.

"I'll bet he's cussing things blue on some pinnacle up there." He laughed at the picture his imagination conjured, and rode out into the swirl.
Thurston kept close behind, mindful of Park's command to give Sunfish his head.

Sunfish had carried him safely out of the stampede and he had no fear of him now.
His chief thought was a wish that he might do this thing quite alone.
He was jealous of Park's leading, and thought bitterly that Mona would thank Park alone and pass him by with scant praise and he did so want to vindicate himself.

The next minute he was cursing his damnable selfishness.

A tree had swept down just before him, caught Park and his horse in its branches and hurried on as if ashamed of what it had done.
Thurston, in that instant, came near jerking Sunfish around to follow; but he checked the impulse as it was formed and left the reins alone which was wise.