CHAPTER XVI
THE BATTLE OF THE STALLIONS
The trail grew hotter as they advanced.
"See, Satan's running now."
The pursuers increased their speed, although they could not hope to travel as rapidly as the black stallion and his followers. The wild horses' trot had by this time become leaps, as the followers could plainly see from the trail that had been left behind. Satan and his band were traveling in single file, their whole attention being centered on running down the Angel.
"Do you think Satan scented the others?" asked Tad, when they struck a level piece of ground so that they could relax their vigilance a little.
"No doubt of it at all. But he didn't know it was just then. He only knew it was a horse. He knows now that the other bunch is ahead of him."
"How do you know that?" queried Tad.
"By the trail," replied Stevens. "Don't you see, the Angel is going faster. They are both on a run now."