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"
Only
the
tracks
of
the
wild
mares
!
"
suggested
Calhoun
.
"
They
appear
to
have
made
a
circuit
,
and
come
round
again
?
"
"
If
they
hev
it
's
been
arter
the
others
rud
past
them
.
The
chase
must
a
changed
sides
,
I
reck
'n
.
"
"
What
do
you
mean
,
Mr
Stump
?
"
"
That
i
's
tead
o
'
them
gallupin
'
arter
the
maars
,
the
maars
hev
been
gallupin
'
arter
them
.
"
"
How
can
you
tell
that
?
"
"
Do
n't
ye
see
that
the
shod
tracks
air
kivered
by
them
o
'
the
maars
?
Maars
--
no
!
By
the
'
turnal
airthquake
!
--
them
's
not
maar-tracks
.
They
air
a
inch
bigger
.
Thur
's
been
studs
this
way
--
a
hul
cavayurd
o
'
them
.
Geehosofat
!
I
hope
they
hai
n't
--
"
"
Have
n't
what
?
"
"
Gone
arter
Spotty
.
If
they
hev
,
then
thur
will
be
danger
to
Miss
Peintdexter
.
Come
on
!
"
Without
waiting
for
a
rejoinder
,
the
hunter
started
off
at
a
shambling
trot
,
followed
by
Calhoun
,
who
kept
calling
to
him
for
an
explanation
of
his
ambiguous
words
.
Zeb
did
not
deign
to
offer
any
--
excusing
himself
by
a
backward
sweep
of
the
hand
,
which
seemed
to
say
,
"
Do
not
bother
me
now
:
I
am
busy
.
"
