Quick as thought, but silently, we led them out all three where the laager was broken.

I clutched my mare's mane, and sprang to the stirrup to pursue our enemy.

My sorrel bounded off like a bird.

The fugitive had a good two minutes start of us; but our horses were fresh, while his had probably been ridden all day.

I patted my pony's neck; she responded with a ringing neigh of joy.