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lower. Yet choked, blinded, dying,
killed on his feet, Wildfire heard Lucy's voice.
"Oh, Lin! Oh, Lin!" moaned Lucy.
While they knelt there the violent convulsions changed to slow heaves.
"He run the King down—carryin' weight—with a long lead to over-
come!" Slone muttered, and he put a shaking hand on the horse's wet
neck.
"Oh [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], he beat the King [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!" cried Lucy. "But you mustn't—you CAN'T tell
Dad!"
"What CAN we tell him?"
"Oh, I know. Old Creech told me what to say!"
A change, both of body and spirit, seemed to pass over the great
stallion.
"WILDFIRE! WILDFIRE [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!"
Again the rider called to his horse, with a low and piercing cry. But
Wildfire did not hear.
The morning sun glanced brightly over the rippling sage which rolled
away from the Ford like a gray sea.
Bostil sat on his porch, a stricken man. He faced the blue haze of the
north, where days before all that he had loved had vanished. Every day,
from sunrise till sunset, he had been there, waiting and watching. His
riders were grouped near him, silent, awed by his agony, awaiting or-
ders that never came.
From behind a ridge puffed up a thin cloud of dust. Bostil saw it and
gave a start. Above the sage appeared a bobbing, black object —the head
of a horse. Then thyilai:
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