Away he darted with his sharp, angry bark.

I flung myself upon Satan and rode out to see Jones ahead and Frank flashing through the green on the white horse.
At the end of the pinyon thicket Satan overhauled Jones's bay, and we entered the open forest together.

We saw Frank glinting across the dark pines.
"Hi! Hi!" yelled the Colonel.
No need was there to whip or spur those magnificent horses.

They were fresh; the course was open, and smooth as a racetrack, and the impelling chorus of the hounds was in full blast.

I gave Satan a loose rein, and he stayed neck and neck with the bay.