A cold chill ran through him as he heard the whinneying scream of the mother--a warning cry that held for him the pathos and the despair of a creature that was human.

He knew what it meant.

"Wait--I'm coming--I'm coming!" was in that cry.

He saw the mare give up and follow resistlessly with the deadly current, her eyes upon her colt.

The heads behind her wavered, then turned, and in another moment the herd was sweeping down to its destruction.
Aldous felt like turning his head.