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Banion caught at a cheek strap as he saw Woodhull's act, and the horse

was the safer for an instant But in terror or anger at his unusual

burden, with flapping skirt and no grip on his flanks, the animal reared

and broke away fro across the

strealade, his head low

He did not yet essay the short, stiff-legged action of the typical

bucker, buthis own

freedom in that way, perhaps half in so of the girl's back, the leverage on her flexed

knee, unprotected, were unh, striking out as she checked

hi in a fury now, for his rider still was in place

Then with one savage sidewise shake of his head after another he plunged

this way and that, rail-fencing it for the open prairie It looked like

a bolt, which with a horse of his spirit and sta delayed

It all happened in a flash Banion caught at the rein too late, ran

after--too slow, of course The girl was silent, shaken, but still

riding No footman could aid her now

With a leap, Banion was in the saddle of Woodhull's horse, which had