12/12 Behind him, the black contour of the hill, the whole sky welled up a pale blue light which gathered brightness while he stared. The very stones on the beach at his feet shone separate and distinct. She was fagged out with two long gallops after hounds that day, but for the moment sheer terror made her lively enough. By the flare she must be somewhere off the creek here. Ride!" A clatter of hoofs answered him as the mare pounded up the lane.. |