“Run ’em in, Flash,” he said, repeating the motion and the words until Flash understood that Moran really meant that he was to chase those horses. Always he had wanted to leap after every animal he saw but he had known that these were the property of man and that he must not molest them.
He trotted half way to the horses, turned and looked back questioningly at Moran. Again came the motion and the words, assuring him that this was right and he swept joyously down upon the bunch.
Moran’s anxiety as to which of the three holds Flash would take had been reflected in his voice, and the doubt of what he was to do with the horses other than to chase them around was communicated to Flash.
He ran in on the hindmost horse and made a savage lunge for the flank but even as he struck, he withheld the slash, feeling that this hold might not be right.
He dropped back and ran behind the bunch. Moran’s horse was running swiftly behind him, and once more Moran urged him on.
Flash singled out another horse and lunged for the hamstring—but the doubt aroused by the
