The mares in the herds showed signs of uneasiness. They might have been observed tossing their heads and shifting almost nervously on their feet, but making no effort to move away or out into the field.
"Are the mares getting excited?" asked Tad in wonder.
"No. They see one of the stallions is going to get his knock-out in a minute."
"Which one?"
"I don't know."
"But how can they tell that, if we are unable to see either one of them weakening?"
"More ghost telegraphy, I guess," answered Bud, not for an instant removing his gaze from the fascinating scene before him. He, too, was becoming excited. He could scarcely restrain himself.
All at once, despite his caution, Bud Stevens uttered a whoop.
"The black's got him!"
"No, the Angel's got him!" shouted Tad Butler excitedly.