From Rickett to Morgan Hills, from Morgan Hills to St.Vincent, from St.Vincent to Wago and far beyond; but this was the end of an historic run.
"D'ye see ?" whispered Barry, leaning close to Satan's ears.

"Lad, d'ye see what you've got to do ?" The black stood with his head very high, quivering through his whole body while he eyed the fence.

It was murderously high, and all things were against him, the long run, the rise of the ground going toward the fence, and the gravel from which he must take off for the jump.
"You can do it," said the master.

"You got to do it! Go for it, boy.

We win or lose together!" He swayed forward, and Satan leaped ahead at full speed, gathering impetus, scattering the gravel on either side.