The young woman burst out weeping afresh, and the wailing of the others answered her. Hare left the cottage He picked up his rifle and went down through the orchard to the hiding-place of the horses. Silvermane pranced and snorted his gladness at sight of his master. The desert king was fit for a grueling race. Black Bolly quietly cropped the long grass. Hare saddled the stallion to have him in instant readiness, and then returned to the front of the yard.英文原著 · 《The Heritage of the Desert》