The colt stopped, turned, and galloped back to his mates like a red flyer with the dogs close behind him.
It was not long.

We all began to speak at once.

But in that time the die was cast, the stakes were down, and in the pool were three men's lives.
'I don't care whether we go back or not,' says Jim; 'I'll do either way that Dick likes.

But that colt I must have.' 'I never intended to go back,' I said.

'But we're three d----d fools all the same--father and sons.