It was well for them they were good riders.

Had any of them been unhorsed at that moment, his fate would have been sealed.
They kept their saddles, however, but without being able to reload their pieces.

Marengo, who was an old Texas hound, had seen javalies before; and having wisely shied off upon the prairie, stood looking on.
The young hunters soon saw that it was no use keeping their ground, and prepared to retreat.

Basil urged his horse forward to the tree, and with his hunting-knife cut the lasso that fastened Jeanette; then, shouting to his brothers to follow, started in a gallop across the prairie.
Perhaps never was a mule more pleased at getting loose from a fastening than was that she-mule Jeanette; and never did a mule make better use of the heels that had been left her.

She galloped over the prairie, as if the very deuce had been after her.