You will see!" He smiled again and rising, he sauntered to the fence and turned about with his shoulders resting against the upper bar, his back to the stallion.

As he did so, Alcatraz put forward his ears, which, in connection with the dullness of his eyes, gave him a peculiarly foolish look.
"You will see a thing, senorita!" the Mexican was chuckling.
It came without warning.

Alcatraz turned with the speed of a whiplash curling and drove straight at the place where his master leaned.
Marianne's cry of alarm was not needed.

Cordova had already started, but even so he barely escaped.

The chestnut on braced legs skidded to the fence, his teeth snapping short inches from the back of his master.