One or two rode their horses down to the very edge of the water, but they gave up the thought and the whole troop turned back toward Wilsonville; even the horses were down-headed.
Back in the covert he found Bart lying with his head on his paws, his eyes closed, his sides swelling and closing till every rib seemed broken; yet now and then he opened one red eye to look at Satan.

The stallion lay in almost exactly the same position, and the rush and rattle of his breathing was audible even in the noise of the Asper; Barry dropped prone and pressed his ear against the left side of the horse, just behind the shoulder.

The fierce vibration fairly shook his head; he could hear the rush of the blood except when that deadly rattling of the breath came.

When he rose to his knees the face of the master was serious, thoughtful.
"Satan!" he called, but the river must have drowned his voice.

Only when he passed his fingers down the wet neck, one of Satan's ears pricked, and fell instantly back.