"Leave her plenty of room to pass that side of the camera.

All ready, Pete ?" Then, as if he wanted to have it over with as soon as possible, he whistled once, waited while he might have counted twenty, perhaps, and sent shrilling through the sunshine the signal that would bring her.
They watched, holding their breaths in fearful expectancy.

Then they saw her flash into view and come galloping down along the edge of the ridge where the hill fell away so steeply that it might be called a cliff.
Indian fashion, she was whipping the pinto down both sides with the end of her reins.

Her slim legs hung straight, her moccasined toes pointing downward.

One corner of her red-and-green striped blanket flapped out behind her.