Mr. Melton increased his
pace, and in a few moments they had reached the scene of action.
And it was a fearsome sight that met their eyes. The two big stallions,
the black and the bay, were both in Satan's corral, fighting furiously,
with a rage and viciousness that words are inadequate to describe. They
circled rapidly about, biting at each other with their long yellow teeth,
and lashing out with their hoofs. Each was quick as a flash of light, but
every once in a while a sharp hoof would find its mark, or the deadly
teeth would rip into the other's skin. Blood flowed freely, but neither
seemed to notice the wounds that the other inflicted. They had longed to
decide the question of supremacy ever since the newcomer's arrival, and
now they were determined to settle the matter.
Satan was the stronger of the two, however, and probably in addition
possessed a more evil temper than his rival. Biting, screaming, kicking,
he circled about his enemy, his savage heart bent on the destruction of
the upstart who had dared to invade his domains. As Mr. Melton and the
boys dashed up, the black horse whirled like lightning and planted both
hind hoofs with deadly effect.
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