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Not
much
longer
unseen
.
As
Maurice
gave
the
signal
to
start
,
the
speckled
crowd
showed
itself
in
an
opening
between
two
copses
.
In
a
moment
more
it
filled
the
gangway-like
gap
,
and
commenced
disgorging
into
the
glade
,
with
the
impetus
of
an
avalanche
!
It
was
composed
of
living
forms
--
the
most
beautiful
known
in
nature
:
for
in
this
man
must
give
way
to
the
horse
.
Not
the
unsexed
horse
of
civilisation
,
with
hunched
shoulders
,
bandied
limbs
,
and
bowed
frontlet
--
scarce
one
in
a
thousand
of
true
equine
shape
--
and
this
,
still
further
,
mutilated
by
the
shears
of
the
coper
and
gentleman
jockey
--
but
the
wild
steed
of
the
savannas
,
foaled
upon
the
green
grass
,
his
form
left
free
to
develop
as
the
flowers
that
shed
their
fragrance
around
him
.
Eye
never
beheld
a
more
splendid
sight
than
a
cavallada
of
wild
stallions
,
prancing
upon
a
prairie
;
especially
at
that
season
when
,
stirred
by
strong
passions
,
they
seek
to
destroy
one
another
.
The
spectacle
is
more
than
splendid
--
it
is
fearful
--
too
fearful
to
be
enjoyed
by
man
,
much
less
by
timid
woman
.
Still
more
when
the
spectator
views
it
from
an
exposed
position
,
liable
to
become
the
object
of
their
attack
.
In
such
situation
were
the
riders
of
the
blood
bay
and
spotted
mustang
.
The
former
knew
it
by
past
experience
--
the
latter
could
not
fail
to
perceive
it
by
the
evidence
before
her
.
"
This
way
!
"
cried
Maurice
,
lancing
his
horse
's
flanks
with
the
spur
,
and
bending
so
as
to
oblique
to
the
rear
of
the
cavallada
.
"
By
heaven
--
they
've
discovered
us
!
On
--
on
!
Miss
Poindexter
!
Remember
you
are
riding
for
your
life
!
"
The
stimulus
of
speech
was
not
needed
.
The
behaviour
of
the
stallions
was
of
itself
sufficient
to
show
,
that
speed
alone
could
save
the
spotted
mustang
and
its
rider
.
On
coming
out
into
the
open
ground
,
and
getting
sight
of
the
ridden
horses
,
they
had
suddenly
desisted
from
their
internecine
strife
;
and
,
as
if
acting
under
the
orders
of
some
skilled
leader
,
come
to
a
halt
.
In
line
,
too
,
like
cavalry
checked
up
in
the
middle
of
a
charge
!
For
a
time
their
mutual
hostility
seemed
to
be
laid
aside
--
as
if
they
felt
called
upon
to
attack
a
common
enemy
,
or
resist
some
common
danger
!
