Faster than a canter

Usage examples of gallop.

Hazard murmured a few brisk phrases in Absarokee to them and, with a gesture much like a salute, they wheeled their ponies and galloped away.

Then kicking the wounded basket a vicious blow with the toe of his boot, he spun on his heels, leaped on the bare back of the Andalusian stallion, and galloped off in a shower of churned-up sod and pollen spores, coattails flying.

Most of the obstacles had been broken down, and the Ansus galloped up the unobstructed slope, howling victoriously.

As they galloped past Apollyon, the links of the silver net rippled over the demon, curled him in pain, and robbed him of his strength.

When he was given his head, Ascot surged into a gallop that had its usual effect of filling Rossmere with total abandon.

That great black horn rose and fell, lunging with the motion of the gallop, ashimmer with the light of the sun.

Zenghils breastplate and the Atabeg galloped out of range with a shout of mocking laughter.

All through the backstretch, around the turn, and down the homestretch she continued her slow, easy gallop.

Rusher in his Banbury Horn Books, Battledores, Galloping Guide to A, B, C, Primers, Reading Made Easy, Spelling Books, etc.

Still, Batu found it disturbing that any of his men fell, for he did not know a single Shou horseman who could boast of hitting such a distant target from a galloping mount.

We galloped in single file along the narrow track, the blackboy in advance with the packhorse struggling after him, and the pint pots strapped to his saddle rattling against each other.

Then, at the very end of the straight lane, where the alternating brownish red beeches and blackish green spruce appeared very small, and the light green mossy path gleamed up and narrowing met the sky, I saw the galloping beast approaching.

Jumping into the cart again, and leaving the dead blesbuck to look after itself for the present--not a very safe thing to do in a country where there are so many vultures--John, or rather Jantje, put the horses into a gallop, and away they went at full tear.

The three heroes of Brosna Wood were unable to trot their restless mounts amid that teeming pilgrimage, much less gallop to reach their goal the faster.

Wounded, dying, or dead, lie the brave cannoniers at their guns, officers and men alike hors du combat, while wounded horses gallop wildly back, with bounding caissons, down the gentle declivity, carrying disorder, and further danger, in their mad flight.