He showed every sign of grazing there until dark came.

Then why not ride away on him?
It was true that a horse was larger and made more noise than a fugitive man slipping through the grass, but there were times when strength and speed, especially speed, counted for a lot.
The last hours of the afternoon waned, trailing their slow length, minute by minute, and throughout that time the roar of the battle was as steady as the fall of Niagara.

It even came to the point that John paid little attention to it, but the sport of kings, in which thousands of men were ground up, they knew not why, went merrily on.

None of the shells struck near John, and with infinite joy he saw the coming of the long shadows betokening the twilight.

The horse, still grazing near by, raised his head more than once and looked at him, as if it were time to go.