Like a bolt the horse leaped forward as soon as he found himself free from the rein.
With immense strides he dashed away over the prairie.
He was the leader’s horse, and the other animals had been accustomed to follow in his footsteps, and as he bounded away they all leaped after him, and in all probability their riders did not care about stopping them.
In an instant the battle was over, and the cavalcade of horsemen were going like streaks over the prairie in a line, following in the wake of Pomp and the maddened horse the darkey clung to with accustomed ease.
“After them!” yelled Harry Hale.
Frank tumbled up from under the body of the wagon, and leaped nimbly on to his seat.
Hale and Barney leaped over the rear of the wagon.
Charley Gorse sprang up to his seat and pulled the reins.
The Steam Man started, ran forward for a hundred yards or so, and then pulled up.
Charley leaped to the ground, with an odd expression on his face, and ran to the man.