Perhaps because of the clear going, or because my frenzy had cooled to a thrilling excitement which permitted detail, I saw clearly and distinctly the speeding horsemen down the ravine.

I picked out the smooth pieces of ground ahead, and with the slightest touch of the rein on his neck, guided Satan into them.

How he ran! The light, quick beats of his hoofs were regular, pounding.

Seeing Jones and Wallace sail high into the air, I knew they had jumped a ditch.

Thus prepared, I managed to stick on when it yawned before me; and Satan, never slackening, leaped up and up, giving me a new swing.
Dust began to settle in little clouds before me; Frank, far ahead, had turned his mustang up the side of the break; Wallace, within hailing distance, now turned to wave me a hand.