He could only half rear now, for the heaving, moving Nagger, always against him, jostled him down, and Slone's iron arm hauled on the short ropes.

When Wildfire turned to bite, Slone knocked the vicious nose back with a long swing of his fist.
Up the pass the horses plunged.

With a rider's wild joy Slone saw the long green-and-gray valley, and the isolated monuments in the distance.
There, on that wide stretch, he would break Wildfire.

How marvelously luck had favored him at the last! "Run, you red devil!" Slone called.

"Drag us around now till you're done!" They left the pass and swept out upon the waste of sage.