Little Warhorse 
the Hounds were suffering too. Their tongues 
were lolling out; their jaws and heaving sides 
were splashed with foam. The Warhorse’s ears 
went up again. His courage seemed to revive 
in their distress. He made a straight dash for 
the Haven; but the straight dash was just what 
the Hounds could do, and within a hundred 
yards he was turned again, to begin another 
desperate game of zigzag. Then the dog-men 
saw danger for their Dogs, and two new ones 
were slipped—two fresh Hounds; surely they 
could end the race. Aut they did not. The 
first two were vanquished—gasping —out of it, 
but the next two were racing near. ‘The War- 
horse put forth all his strength. He left the 
first two far behind — was nearly to the Haven 
when the second two came up. 
Nothing but dodging could save him now. 
His ears were sinking, his heart was patter- 
ing on his ribs, but his spirit was strong. 
He flung himself in wildest zigzags. The 
Hounds tumbled over each other. Again and 
again they thought they had him. One of 
them snapped off the end of his long black tail, 
yet he escaped; but he could not get to the 
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