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The
two
animals
thus
distinguished
must
have
been
halted
,
and
standing
in
juxtaposition
.
Whither
next
?
Along
the
trail
of
the
manada
,
there
was
no
imprint
of
iron
;
nor
elsewhere
!
The
surface
on
all
sides
was
hard
,
and
strewn
with
pebbles
.
A
horse
going
in
rude
gallop
,
might
have
indented
it
;
but
not
one
passing
over
it
at
a
tranquil
pace
.
And
thus
had
the
spotted
mustang
and
blood
bay
parted
from
that
spot
.
They
had
gone
at
a
walk
for
some
score
yards
,
before
starting
on
their
final
gallop
towards
the
mustang
trap
.
The
impatient
pursuer
was
puzzled
.
He
rode
round
and
round
,
and
along
the
trail
of
the
wild
mares
,
and
back
again
,
without
discovering
the
direction
that
had
been
taken
by
either
of
the
ridden
horses
.
He
was
beginning
to
feel
something
more
than
surprise
,
when
the
sight
of
a
solitary
horseman
advancing
along
the
trail
interrupted
his
uncomfortable
conjectures
.
It
was
no
stranger
who
was
drawing
near
.
The
colossal
figure
,
clad
in
coarse
habiliments
,
bearded
to
the
buttons
of
his
blanket
coat
,
and
bestriding
the
most
contemptible
looking
steed
that
could
have
been
found
within
a
hundred
miles
of
the
spot
,
was
an
old
acquaintance
.
Cassius
Calhoun
knew
Zebulon
Stump
,
and
Zeb
Stump
knew
Cash
Calhoun
,
long
before
either
had
set
foot
upon
the
prairies
of
Texas
.
"
You
hai
n't
seed
nuthin
'
o
'
the
young
lady
,
hev
ye
,
Mister
Calhoun
?
"
inquired
the
hunter
,
as
he
rode
up
,
with
an
unusual
impressiveness
of
manner
.
"
No
,
ye
hai
n't
,
"
he
continued
,
as
if
deducing
his
inference
from
the
blank
looks
of
the
other
.
"
Dog-gone
my
cats
!
I
wonder
what
the
hell
hev
becomed
o
'
her
!
Kewrious
,
too
;
sech
a
rider
as
she
air
,
ter
let
the
durned
goat
o
'
a
thing
run
away
wi
'
her
.
Wal
!
thur
's
not
much
danger
to
be
reeprehended
.
The
mowstanger
air
putty
sartin
to
throw
his
rope
aroun
'
the
critter
,
an
that
'll
put
an
eend
to
its
capers
.
Why
hev
ye
stopped
hyur
?
"
"
I
'm
puzzled
about
the
direction
they
've
taken
.
Their
tracks
show
they
've
been
halted
here
;
but
I
can
see
the
shod
hoofs
no
farther
.
"
"
Whoo
!
whoo
!
yur
right
,
Mister
Cashus
!
They
hev
been
halted
hyur
;
an
been
clost
thegither
too
.
They
hai
n't
gone
no
further
on
the
trail
o
'
the
wild
maars
.
Sartin
they
hai
n't
.
What
then
?
"
