A gate is that part of a fence under which many tracks and many scents go; it is also a section which swings a little and rattles annoyingly in a wind.

Upon the top board of that section there is sure to be thick scent of man where his hands have fallen.

Alcatraz found the gate.

Under the weight of his shoulder it creaked but did not give.

He took the top rail in his teeth, while the mares stood back, wondering, in a high-headed semi-circle and the grey kept nudging at his flank, saying very plainly: "Enough of this nonsense.