I dug my heels into my sorrel's flanks, and she responded bravely.

The tables were turned now on our traitor since the afternoon of the massacre.

HE was the pursued, and WE were the pursuers.

We felt we must run him down, and punish him for his treachery.
At a breakneck pace, we stumbled over low bushes; we grazed big boulders; we rolled down the sides of steep ravines; but we kept him in sight all the time, dim and black against the starry sky; slowly, slowly--yes, yes!--we gained upon him.

My pony led now.