Well, I seen both the grey and the black, and I helped run 'em a couple of times.

Well, Miss Jordan, when it come to running, neither of 'em was one-two-three beside this chestnut, and if it took five years to get in rifle range of 'em for a good shot, it'll take ten to get the chestnut.

That's the way I figure!" And as he ended, his companions nodded soberly.
"Plumb streak of light," they said.

"Just nacheral crazy fool when it comes to running, that hoss is!" And Marianne, for the first time truly appreciating how great was the danger from which the mares had been saved, sighed as she looked them over again, one by one.

It had been a double triumph, this night's work.
Not only were the mares retaken, but they had proved their speed and staying powers conclusively in the long run over the desert.