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He
had
refrained
:
partly
on
this
account
;
partly
because
he
was
in
momentary
expectation
of
overtaking
her
;
and
partly
because
he
knew
that
acts
,
not
words
,
were
wanted
to
bring
the
mustang
to
a
stand
.
All
along
he
had
been
flattering
himself
that
he
would
soon
be
near
enough
to
fling
his
lazo
over
the
creature
's
neck
,
and
control
it
at
discretion
.
He
was
gradually
becoming
relieved
of
this
hallucination
.
The
chase
now
entered
among
copses
that
thickly
studded
the
plain
,
fast
closing
into
a
continuous
chapparal
.
This
was
a
new
source
of
uneasiness
to
the
pursuer
.
The
runaway
might
take
to
the
thicket
,
or
become
lost
to
his
view
amid
the
windings
of
the
wood
.
The
wild
mares
were
already
invisible
--
at
intervals
.
They
would
soon
be
out
of
sight
altogether
.
There
seemed
no
chance
of
their
old
associate
overtaking
them
.
"
What
mattered
that
?
A
lady
lost
on
a
prairie
,
or
in
a
chapparal
--
alone
,
or
in
the
midst
of
a
manada
--
either
contingency
pointed
to
certain
danger
.
"
A
still
more
startling
peril
suggested
itself
to
the
mind
of
the
mustanger
--
so
startling
as
to
find
expression
in
excited
speech
.
"
By
heavens
!
"
he
ejaculated
,
his
brow
becoming
more
clouded
than
it
had
been
from
his
first
entering
upon
the
chase
.
"
If
the
stallions
should
chance
this
way
!
'
Tis
their
favourite
stamping
ground
among
these
mottos
.
They
were
here
but
a
week
ago
;
and
this
--
yes
--
'
tis
the
month
of
their
madness
!
"
The
spur
of
the
mustanger
again
drew
blood
,
till
its
rowels
were
red
;
and
Castro
,
galloping
at
his
utmost
speed
,
glanced
back
upbraidingly
over
his
shoulder
.
At
this
crisis
the
manada
disappeared
from
,
the
sight
both
of
the
blood-bay
and
his
master
;
and
most
probably
at
the
same
time
from
that
of
the
spotted
mustang
and
its
rider
.
There
was
nothing
mysterious
in
it
.
The
mares
had
entered
between
the
closing
of
two
copses
,
where
the
shrubbery
hid
them
from
view
.
The
effect
produced
upon
the
runaway
appeared
to
proceed
from
some
magical
influence
.
As
if
their
disappearance
was
a
signal
for
discontinuing
the
chase
,
it
suddenly
slackened
pace
;
and
the
instant
after
came
to
a
standstill
!
