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"
But
,
Miss
Poindexter
,
"
stammered
the
guide
,
still
doubting
the
powers
of
the
spotted
mustang
,
"
suppose
she
can
not
?
If
you
have
any
doubts
,
had
you
not
better
abandon
her
?
I
know
that
my
horse
can
bear
us
both
to
the
other
side
,
and
with
safety
.
If
the
mustang
be
left
behind
,
in
all
likelihood
we
shall
escape
further
pursuit
.
The
wild
steeds
--
"
"
Leave
Luna
behind
!
Leave
her
to
be
trampled
to
death
,
or
torn
to
pieces
--
as
you
say
she
would
!
No
--
no
,
Mr
Gerald
.
I
prize
the
spotted
mare
too
much
for
that
.
She
goes
with
me
:
over
the
chasm
,
if
we
can
.
If
not
,
we
both
break
our
necks
at
the
bottom
.
Come
,
my
pretty
pet
!
This
is
he
who
chased
,
captured
,
and
conquered
you
.
Show
him
you
're
not
yet
so
subdued
,
but
that
you
can
escape
,
when
close
pressed
,
from
the
toils
of
either
friend
or
enemy
.
Show
him
one
of
those
leaps
,
of
which
you
've
done
a
dozen
within
the
week
.
Now
for
a
flight
in
the
air
!
"
Without
even
waiting
for
the
stimulus
of
example
,
the
courageous
Creole
rode
recklessly
at
the
arroyo
;
and
cleared
it
by
one
of
those
leaps
of
which
she
had
"
done
a
dozen
within
the
week
.
"
There
were
three
thoughts
in
the
mind
of
the
mustanger
--
rather
might
they
be
called
emotions
--
as
he
sate
watching
that
leap
.
The
first
was
simple
astonishment
;
the
second
,
intense
admiration
.
The
third
was
not
so
easily
defined
.
It
had
its
origin
in
the
words
--
"
I
prize
the
spotted
mare
too
much
for
that
.
"
"
Why
?
"
reflected
he
,
as
he
drove
his
spur-rowels
into
the
flanks
of
the
blood
bay
;
and
the
reflection
lasted
as
long
as
Castro
was
suspended
in
mid-air
over
the
yawning
abysm
.
Cleverly
as
the
chasm
was
crossed
,
it
did
not
ensure
the
safety
of
the
fugitives
.
It
would
be
no
obstruction
to
the
steeds
.
Maurice
knew
it
,
and
looked
back
with
undiminished
apprehension
.
Rather
was
it
increased
.
The
delay
,
short
as
it
was
,
had
given
the
pursuers
an
advantage
.
They
were
nearer
than
ever
!
They
would
not
be
likely
to
make
a
moment
's
pause
,
but
clear
the
crevasse
at
a
single
bound
of
their
sure-footed
gallop
.
And
then
--
what
then
?
