Others--the colts and yearlings--bewildered, curious and fearful, followed their mothers without protest.

But those who in many a friendly race or primitive battle had proved their growing years seemed to sense a coming crisis in their lives, hitherto peaceful.
And these, as though warned by that strange instinct which guards all wild things, and realizing that the open ground between the pass and the gate presented their last opportunity, made final desperate efforts to escape.

With sudden dashes, dodging and doubling, they tried again and again for freedom.

But always between them and the haunts they loved there was a persistent horseman.

Running, leaping, whirling, in their efforts to be everywhere at once, the riders worked their charges toward the gate.
The man on the hilltop sprang to his feet.