There was not a log, nor a stone, nor a gully.

The hollows grew wider and shallower as we raced along, and presently disappeared altogether.

The lion was running straight from the canyon, and the certainty that he must sooner or later take to a tree, brought from me a yell of irresistible wild joy.
"Hi! Hi! Hi!" answered Jones.
The whipping wind with its pine-scented fragrance, warm as the breath of summer, was intoxicating as wine.

The huge pines, too kingly for close communion with their kind, made wide arches under which the horses stretched out long and low, with supple, springy, powerful strides.

Frank's yell rang clear as a bell.