The boys believed that every bone in him must have been broken.
The herd had run some distance away in fright at the cougar's leap, but while the swift combat lasted it stood looking on.

Now the stallion, after a last look at the slain robber, turned and walked away in triumph to the herd that he had protected so well.

It seemed to the glorified fancy of the boys that he held his head higher than ever, and that his great mane and tail flowed away in new ripples.

He stalked proudly at the head of the herd down to the other side of the prairie, where they went placidly on with their grazing.
"That is certainly one thing that turned out right," said Paul in a gratified tone.
"The hoofs of a powerful and enraged wild stallion are a terrible thing," said Henry.

"Even a deer, which is far smaller, can kill a man with its hoofs.