One ear flickered back, then she leaped out at full speed.

It was as though the mind of the man had sent an electric current down the reins and told her his thought.

Now she floundered at her foot, struck a loose stone, now she veered sharply and wide to escape a boulder, now she cleared a gulley with a long leap, and riding high as he was, bent forward out of balance to escape observation from below.

It was only a miracle of horsemanship that kept her from breaking her neck as they lurched down the pitch.

Grey Molly seemed to be carrying no weight, only a clinging intelligence.
At this speed he was sure to reach the valley safely in front unless the posse caught sight of him on the way and gave chase, and Barry counted on that instinct in hunting men which makes them keep their eyes low--the same sense which leads a searcher to look first under the bed and last of all at the wall and ceiling.