Still running endless before him and behind was the fence and now he saw a checking of similar fences across the meadows to his right.

More than that, he saw a group of fat cattle browzing, and just beyond were horses in a pasture.
Alcatraz slipped backwards and sideways till he was out of sight and then galloped over the hill until he came to a grove of trees at the top.

Here he paused to continue his examination from shelter.

The fence was the work of man, the cattle and horses were the possessions of man, and far off to the left, out of a grove of trees, rose the smoke which spoke of the presence of man himself.

The chestnut shivered as though he were shaking cold water off his hide, and then unreasoning fury gripped him.