Making the curve at sickening speed, balanced over everlasting nothingness for a moment of breathless equipoise, they took the trail.
Awguan thundered after.

Stanley bent over, pelted by flying pebbles and fragments of idle words.
Small chance to overhaul the prodigy on that ribbed and splintered hill; Awguan held the sidelong trail at the red pony's heels.

They dipped to cross an arroyo; Stan lifted his head and shouted: "Fall off in the sand!" "Damnfido!" wailed the blue boy.
Sand flashed in rainbow arches against Awguan's brown face--he shut his eyes against it; they turned up the hill beyond.

A little space ahead showed free of bush or boulder.

Awguan took the hillside below the trail, lowered his head, laid his ears back, and bunched his mighty muscles.