atan blamed his own rider for that sharp, stinging jab,
and he meant to unseat that rider.

Dick kept perfectly cool, though he realized much of his own great
peril with this infuriated beast.

Captain Albutt, watching closely, became anxious when he saw that
the cadet was failing in bringing down the temper of the infuriated
beast.

Satan was more than furious; he was crafty. Master of many tricks,
and with a record for injuring many a rider in the past, the animal
dashed about the tan-bark, seeking some way of throwing his rider.

His uneasiness increasing, Captain Albutt put spurs to his own
mount and went after Satan.

"Steady, Mr. Prescott," admonished the cavalry officer, riding
close. I'll soon have a hand on your bridle, too.

Yet every time that Captain Albutt rode close, Satan waited until
just the right instant, then swerved violently, snatching his
head away from the risk of capture.

So villainous were these swerves that Dick had several narrow
escapes from being unhorsed. A man of less skill would have been.
At first the other members of the squad looked on only with
amused interest. When, however, they caught the grave look on the
captain's face, they began to comprehend how serious the situation was.

Satan, finding other devices for throwing his rider to be useless,
soon resorted to the most wicked trick known to the equine mind.
He reared, intent on throwing himself over backward, crushing
his rider beneath him.

Captain Albutt reached the spot at a gallop, just in the nick
of time. Standing in his stirrups, he caught one side of the
bridle just in time to pull the horse's head down.

But, foiled in this attempt, Satan allowed his front feet to come
down. Close to the ground the brute lowered its head, kicking
up high with his hind heels. This, accompanied by a "worming"
motion, sent Prescott flying from his saddle.

He made an unavoidable plunge over the animal's head.

"Let go your bridle!" roared Captain Albutt.

In the same instant the cavalry officer leaped from his own saddle.

Over came Cadet Prescott, turning a somersault in the air.

Albutt had jumped in order to catch the cadet. It all happened
so quickly, however, that the cavalry officer had chance only
to catch the cadets shoulders. Had it not been for that, Prescott
would have struck fully on his back.

Having thrown its rider, Satan cantered off to the far end of
the riding hall, where he stood, snorting def