companions. Still they had gotten a goodly start and were far
advanced. She felt the steady, even rush of the wind. It amazed
her to find how easily, comfortably she kept to the saddle. The
experience was new. The one fault she had heretofore found with
riding was the violent shaking-up. In this instance she
experienced nothing of that kind, no strain, no necessity to hold
on with a desperate awareness of work. She had never felt the
wind in her face, the whip of a horse's mane, the buoyant, level
spring of a tanning gait. It thrilled her, exhilarated her,
fired her blood. Suddenly she found herself alive, throbbing;
and, inspired by she knew not what, she loosened the bridle and,
leaning far forward, she cried, "Oh, you splendid fellow, run!"

She heard from under her a sudden quick clattering roar of hoofs,
and she swayed back with the wonderfully swift increase in
Majesty's speed. The wind stung her face, howled in her ears,
tore at her hair. The gray plain swept by on each side, and in
front seemed to be waving toward her. In her blurred sight
Florence and Alfred appeared to be coming back. But she saw
presently, upon nearer view, that Majesty was overhauling the
other horses, was going to pass them. Indeed, he did pass them,
shooting by so as almost to make them appear standing still. And
he ran on, not breaking his gait till he reached the steep side
of the mesa, where he slowed down and stopped.

"Glorious!" exclaimed Madeline. She was all in a blaze, and
every muscle and nerve of her body tingled and quivered. Her
hands, as she endeavored to put up the loosened strands of hair,
trembled and failed of their accustomed dexterity. Then she
faced about and waited for her companions.