When he jumped out again not one of them followed.
Alcatraz stood off and eyed them in disgust.

When he was a yearling, he felt, he had known more than those big, stupid, beautiful creatures.

But plainly they wanted to get out with him.

A wild horse is to the tame what the adventurous traveller is to the quiet man who builds a home, and from the grey mare and Alcatraz the six were learning many things.
The scent of the open desert was on them, the sweat of hard running had dried on their hides, their heads were recklessly proud; and this tall stallion jumped the fence as though there had never been men who made laws which well-trained horses must not transgress.

Plainly he wanted them to come out.