Then Card raised himself in the saddle, slipped out of the stirrups, and, somehow twisting himself, leaped upon Black Star.

He did not even lose the swing of the horse.

Like a leech he was there in the other saddle, and as the horses separated, his right foot, that had been apparently doubled under him, shot down to catch the stirrup.

The grace and dexterity and daring of that rider's act won something more than admiration from Venters.
For the distance of a mile Jerry rode Black Star and then changed back to Night.

But all Jerry's skill and the running of the blacks could avail little more against the sorrel.
Venters peered far ahead, studying the lay of the land.