In another second the smoke whirled about them, and she moved backward choking with her companion.

The teams, however, went on, and came out, frantic with fear, on the farther side.

The men who led them afterwards wondered how they kept their grip on the horses' heads.
Then it was that while the machines swung round and other men ran to help, Winston, springing from the driving-seat, found Dane amid the swaying, plunging medley of beasts and men.
"If you can't find hook or clevis, cut the trace," he said.

"It can't burn the plow, and the devils are out of hand now.

The fire will jump these furrows, and we've got to try again." In another minute four maddened beasts were careering across the prairie with portions of their trappings banging about them, while one man who was badly kicked sat down gray in face and gasping, and the fire rolled up to the ridge of loam, checked, and then sprang across it here and there.
"I'll take one of those lad's places," said Dane.