We tore after the outlaw, all three of us abreast.

I felt a sort of fierce delight in the reaction after the fighting.

Our ponies galloped wildly over the plain; we burst out into the night, never heeding the Matabele whom we passed on the open in panic-stricken retreat.

I noticed that many of them in their terror had even flung away their shields and their assegais.
It was a mad chase across the dark veldt--we three, neck to neck, against that one desperate runaway.

We rode all we knew.