With a thrill Slone looked ahead.
There, some few hundred yards distant, on a promontory, stood a red horse.
"My Lord! ...

It's Wildfire!" breathed Slone, tensely.
He could not believe his sight.

He imagined he was dreaming.

But as Nagger stamped and snorted defiance Slone looked with fixed and keen gaze, and knew that beautiful picture was no lie.
Wildfire was as red as fire.

His long mane, wild in the wind, was like a whipping, black-streaked flame.