Looking back as best I could, I began to discern somewhat to the left
of us a numerous herd in pursuit, sorrel in colour, and of a more
magnificent aspect than those forming the other bands. It was obvious,
too, despite their plunging and rearing, that they were gaining on
us--drew, indeed, so near at last that I could count the foremost of
them, and mark (not quite callously) their power and fleetness and
symmetry, even the sun's gold upon their reddish skins.
Then in a flash my captor set me down, toppled me over (in plain
words) into the thick herbage, and, turning, rushed bellowing,
undeviating towards their leaders, till it seemed he must inevitably
be borne down beneath their brute weight, and so--farewell to summer.
But almost at the impact, the baffled creatures reared, neighing
fearfully in consort, and at the gibberish hurled back on them by
their flamed-eyed master, broke in rout, and fled.
Whereupon, unpausing, he ran back to me, only just in time to rescue
me from the nearer thunder yet of those who had seized the very acme
of their opportunity to beat out my brains.
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