“Oh！” exclaimed Hwin. “Look！ There are things flashing in it. Look！ They’re helmets.and armour. And it‘s moving： moving this way.”
“By Tash！” said Aravis. “It’s the army. It‘s Rabadash.”
“Oh course it is，” said Hwin. “Just what I was afraid of. Quick！ We must get to Anvard before it.” And without another word she whisked round and began galloping North. Bree tossed his head and did the same.
“Come on， Bree， come on，” yelled Aravis over her shoulder. The race was very gruelling for the Horses. As they topped each ridge they found another valley and another ridge beyond it； and though they knew they were going in more or less the right direction， no one knew how far it was to Anvard. From the top of the second ridge Shasta looked back again. Instead of a dust.cloud well out in the desert he now saw a black， moving mass， rather like ants， on the farbank of the Winding Arrow. They were doubtless looking for a ford.
“They’re on the river！” he yelled wildly.
“Quick！ Quick！” shouted Aravis. “We might as well not have come at all if we don‘t reach Anvard in time. Gallop， Bree， gallop. Remember you’re a war.horse.”