From a dead run the pony came to a stand in two fierce plunges, doubled like a shot, and was off on the other tack.

An unaccustomed rider would here have lost his seat.

The second dash was short.

With a final shake of the head, the steers turned to the proper course in the direction of the ranch.

The pony dropped unconcernedly to the shuffling jog of habitual progression.
Far away stretched the arc of our cordon.