"A man tied to the back of the pony," replied Ted.
"Who?"
"I cannot tell. I cannot see his face."
"Open the gate, Kit, and let me in," said Stella, gathering up her reins.
"What are you going to do?" asked Ted.
"I'm going to catch that pony and bring him out. That man will be smashed to death in there by the other ponies if he isn't gotten out soon."
"Go ahead, but be careful."
Kit swung the gate open, and Stella dashed into the corral.
The ponies were running around the corral, following the line of the fence, and in the center of the bunch was the little bay pony with the inert, and probably dead, body of a man hanging head downward on the pony's flank, rolling horribly, and in constant danger of being hit by the flying heels of the other ponies, who were frantic at the smell of blood.
Stella rode among the ponies, following the circle with them, all the while edging in more and more until she was close to the little bay.