From the oldest mare to the youngest foal they seemed to have one speed afoot.
A neigh from the black leader made the herd scatter on every side like fire in stubble.

Alcatraz halted to catch the meaning of this new maneuver and saw the black approaching at a high-stepping trot as one determined to explore a danger but ready to instantly flee if it seemed a serious threat.

His gaze was fixed not on Alcatraz but on the far horizon where the hills became a blue mist rolling softly against the sky.

He seemed to make up his mind, presently, that nothing would follow the chestnut out of the distance and he began to move about Alcatraz in a rapid gallop, constantly narrowing his circle.
Alcatraz turned constantly to meet him, whinnying a friendly greeting, but the black paid not the slightest heed to these overtures.

At length he came to a quivering stand twenty yards away, head up, ears back, a very statue of an angry and proud horse.