Carley was hard put to it to hang on and keep the flying sand from blinding her.
When Calico drew alongside the bay horse and brought Carley breast to breast with Glenn, and then inch by inch forged ahead of him, Carley pealed out an exultant cry.

Either it frightened Calico or inspired him, for he shot right ahead of Glenn's horse.

Then he lost the smooth, wonderful action.

He seemed hurtling through space at the expense of tremendous muscular action.

Carley could feel it.