His yellow teeth showed deep in his lip. His contrasting eyes were alight with
insane joy.
But he never pulled. Something attracted his attention. He looked. He saw
something. The beast in him became human--the madness changed to
rationality--the devil to a craven! His ashen lips uttered a low, terrible
cry.
Lucy felt the King trembling in every muscle. She knew that was flight. She
expected his loud snort, and was prepared for it when it rang out. In a second
he would bolt. She knew that. She thrilled. She tried to call to him, but her
lips were weak. Creech seemed paralyzed. The King shifted his position, and
Lucy's last glimpse of Creech was one she would never forget. It was as if
Creech faced burning hell!
Then the King whistled and reared. Lucy heard swift, dull, throbbing beats.
Beats of a fast horse's hoofs on the run! She felt a surging thrill of joy.
She could not think. All of her blood and bone and muscle seemed to throb.
Suddenly the air split to a high-pitched, wild, whistling blast. It pierced to
Lucy's mind.
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