"This ain't a day for fighting," he repeated.
A shrill, quavering neigh, like the whinney of a galloping horse, rang from
beyond the house, and Vic saw the black stallion racing up and down his
corral. Back and forth he wove, then raced straight for the bars, flashed
above them, and stood free beyond, with the sunshine trembling on him. He
seemed to pause, wondering what to do with his new freedom, then he came at
a loose gallop for the master. Not Satan alone, for now Black Bart slid
across the plateau like a shadow, weaving among the boulders, and came
straight towards Barry. Vic himself felt a change, a sort of uneasy
happiness; he breathed it with the air. The very sunlight was electric. He
saw Kate run close to Barry.
"If you go this time, you'll never come back, Dan!"
The black stallion swung up beside them, and as he halted his hoofs knocked
a rattling spray of pebbles ahead. On the other side of the woman and the
man the wolf-dog ran uneasily here and there, trying to watch the face of
the master which Kate obscured.
"I ain't goin' far.
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