But when he is dull the spurs are nothing to him." He indicated a criss-crossing of scars on the flank of the stallion and Marianne, biting her lips, realized that she must leave at once if she wished to avoid showing her contempt, and her anger.
She was a mile down the road and entering the main street of Glosterville before her temper cooled.

She decided that it was best to forget both Alcatraz and his master: they were equally matched in devilishness.

Her last hope of seeing the mares beaten was gone, and with it all chance of buying them at a reasonable figure; for no matter what the potentialities of Alcatraz in his present starved condition he could not compare with the bays.

She thought of Lady Mary with the sunlight rippling over her shoulder muscles.

Certainly Alcatraz would never come within whisking distance of her tail!.