The Sage King whistled again, and shot off with graceful sweep to meet them; Sarchedon plunged after him; Two Face and Plume jealously trooped down, too, but Dusty Ben, after a toss of his head, went on grazing.

The gray and the black met Buckles and could not turn in time to stay with him.
A girl's gay scream pealed up the slope, and Buckles went lower and faster.

Sarchedon was left behind.

Then the gray King began to run as if before he had been loping.

He was beautiful in action.