See, Paul, the Prairie King suspects!" The great white stallion raised his head a little higher.

It may be that he caught a glimpse of the tawny form and yellow, hungry eyes amid the foliage of the bough, or it may be that a sudden flaw in the wind brought to his nostrils the pungent odor of the big cat.

He reared and stamped, the startled colt turned away, and the cougar, afraid that he was about to lose his chance, sprang.
A yellow compact mass, bristling with sharp, white teeth and long, hooked claws shot through the air, but the distance was too great.

The colt had turned just in time, and the cougar fell short.

He gathered himself instantly for another spring, but quick as he was, he was not quick enough.
The boys heard a fierce neigh, and the great stallion, wild with rage, launched himself upon the cougar.