I saw a sudden commotion among the horses. Their heads were tossed up,
and then one dashed out from the drove and came galloping towards me. I
knew the broad black chest and red muzzle. I knew them at a glance. It
was my brave steed, my Moro!
The rest followed, trooping after; but before they were up to trample
me, I had met my horse, and flung myself, panting, upon his back!
I had no rein; but my favourite was used to the guidance of my voice,
hands, and knees; and directing him through the herd, I headed for the
western end of the valley. I heard the yells of the mounted savages as
I cleared the caballada; and looking back, I saw a string of twenty or
more coming after me as fast as their horses could gallop.
But I had no fear of them now. I knew my Moro too well; and after I had
cleared the ten miles of valley, and was springing up the steep front of
the sierra, I saw my pursuers still back upon the plain.