The old man struck the rowels into his horse,the boys would be murdered in their sleep!

furious was his speed, As he dashed his glittering rowels in the flank of his good steed, And his reins left dangling from the bit, along the white highway, For his mind was set to speed his horse, to speed and not to stay.

Several wolves made their escape, and squads of horsemen were burying cruel rowels in heaving flanks in an endeavor to overtake and either rope or shoot the fleeing animals.

To tell the truth, I hate to see a cavalry man walk, and I hold that just as he is the most gallant thing upon earth when he has his saddle-flaps between his knees, so he is the most clumsy when he has to loop up his sabre and his sabre-tasche in one hand and turn in his toes for fear of catching the rowels of his spurs.

That time when he went downwell, before we realized it, th' Ramblin' Kid had him bridled and saddled and was safe on deck" "I'm tellin' you too, Captain Jack went higher than a kite when he felt the rowels in his flanks!"

He had never seen a bear, and when I gave him the rowel, he went after that bear like a cat after a mouse.

Only when the outlaw fell had he thrown forward his right leg and hooked the sharp rowels into the strong fiber of the forward cinch.

He had a glass in one hand, a cigarette in the other, and he was raking his rowels rhythmically up and down the erstwhile varnished bar in buzzing accompaniment, the while he chanted with much enthusiasm: "How old is she, Billy boy, Billy boy? How old is she, charming Billy?

He waited only a few seconds before he rolled the rowel once more along the scored flanks of his mustang and then plunged down the slope at a reckless gallop.

By his side, the white man stiffened, jerked without provocation at the cruel curb bit, until his horse halted uncertain; equally without provocation, sent the rowels of his long spurs deep into the sensitive flank, with a curse held the frightened beast down to a walk.

The straps with rich enamel decked I bid you lay aside; And bind the rowels to my heel With thongs of dusky hide.

Miller turned the horse halfway round as though he was going to lead him under the tree, gave him a slap in the flank with his hand, and the sooner, throwing the rowels of his spurs into the horse, shot out from us like a startled deer.

Black as the buskins that he wears, and black his stirrup's steel, And red with rust of many a year the rowels at his heel.