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bull. With both arms round him I held on. I vowed 

 never to let him get down that slide. He howled 

 and tore, but I held on. My big black horse with 

 ears laid back stood like a rock. 



I heard the pattering of little sliding rocks below ; 

 stealthy padded footsteps and hard panting breaths, 

 almost like coughs; then the lion passed out of the 

 slide not twenty feet away. He saw us, and sprang 

 into the pinon scrub with the leap of a scared deer. 



Samson himself could no longer have held Moze. 

 Away he darted with his sharp, angry bark. I flung 

 myself upon Satan and rode out to see Jones ahead 

 and Frank flashing through the green on the white 

 horse. 



At the end of the pinon thicket Satan overhauled 

 Jones s bay, and we entered the open forest together. 

 We saw Frank glinting across the dark pines. 



&quot; Hi ! Hi ! &quot; yelled the Colonel. 



No need was there to whip or spur those magnifi 

 cent horses. They were fresh ; the course was open, 

 and smooth as a racetrack, and the impelling chorus 

 of the hounds was in full blast. I gave Satan a loose 

 rein, and he stayed neck and neck with the bay. 

 There was not a log, nor a stone, nor a gully. The 

 hollows grew wider and shallower as we raced along, 

 and presently disappeared altogether. The lion was 

 running straight from the canon, and the certainty 



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