Slone, by masterly horsemanship, easily avoided the rushes, and made a pivot of Nagger, round which the wild horse dashed in his frenzy.

It seemed that he no longer tried to free himself.

He lunged to kill.
"Steady, Nagger, old boy!" Slone kept calling.

"He'll never get at you....

If he slips that blinder I'll kill him!" The stallion was a fiend in his fury, quicker than a panther, wonderful on his feet, and powerful as an ox.