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Updated: June 22, 2025
Van felt a great final quiver of muscular energy shake the living dynamic by his side, as Suvy poured all his fine young might into one supreme effort at the end. Then he came to the landing, got all his feet upon the slope, and up they heaved in triumph! By the route beyond the river that Van was obliged to choose, the distance from his claim to Starlight was more than forty miles.
He may have become either confused or discouraged, Whichever it was, he turned about, during a moment when Van released the reins, and swam sturdily back whence he come. Van, in the utmost patience, turned and followed. Suvy awaited his advent on the shore. "Try to keep a little further up, boy, if you can," said the man, and he mounted and rode as before against the current.
But first here was her predicament and what he said was not at all reassuring. Certain alarms that his coming had banished returned in a vague array. She showed her dread in her eyes. "Perhaps I could get to Goldite." "How?" He was half unconsciously patting Suvy, the horse, whose ecstasy thereat was not to be concealed. Beth knew not how. She wished Van would cease that study of her face.
No sooner had he appeared on the street, after duly stabling "Suvy" at the hay-yard, than a hundred acquaintances, suddenly transformed into intimate friends, by the change in his fortunes, pounced upon him in a spirit of generosity, hilarity, and comaraderie that cloyed not only his senses, but even his movements in the camp.
"Here, get on my horse and ride. I want to walk and stretch my legs." Beth all but gasped. She! ride on Suvy! the horse she had seen so nearly kill this man! a horse that might perhaps permit no other living thing upon his back! Yet she knew not how to refuse and to walk very far would be impossible. "I'm afraid I'm a very poor horseman," she admitted guardedly. "If your pony should happen "
They were past the walls in the briefest time, and Van attacked the slope. Barger came after, yelling in rage. He tripped, and his hurt leg dropped him down. Already wearied, and famished for drink, Suvy nevertheless rose to the needs of the moment with a strength incredible. He scaled that sandy, treacherous slope like an engine built for the purpose.
Then from everywhere in town they appeared to pour upon the scene. The word went around that the thing was a bet and more came running to the scene. Meantime, Suvy was rocketing madly all over the place.
"Thanks," said the stranger. He threw away a cigarette, caught up the reins, adjusted them over Suvy's neck, rocked the saddle to test its firmness, and mounted with a certain dexterity that lessened Van's confidence again. After all, Suvy was thoroughly broken. He had quietly submitted to be ridden by Beth. His war-like spirit might be gone and all would be lost.
It required tremendous effort to forge ahead and not be swept headlong to a choppy stretch of rapids, just below. "Up stream, boy, up stream," said Van, as if to a comrade, for he had noted the one likely place to land, and Suvy was drifting too far downward. They came in close to the bank, as Van had feared, below the one fair landing.
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