A little farther and she would be out of the scene, and men stationed ahead would ride up and stop her horse for her and tell her how well she had "put it over." She looked over her shoulder and saw them still coming.

It was real.

It was terribly real, the way that team was fleeing down the grade.

She had never seen anything like that before, never seen horses so frantically trying to run from the swaying load behind them.

Always, she had been accustomed to moderation in the pace and a slowed camera to speed up the action on the screen.