He almost fell.
Lucy bounded to Sarchedon.

In a rush she was up in the saddle.

Joel was running toward her.

Blood on his face! Blood on his hands! He was not the Joel Creech she knew.
"Stop!" cried Lucy, fiercely.

"I'll run you down!" The big black plunged at a touch of spur and came down quivering, ready to bolt.
Creech swerved to one side.