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For
a
time
he
appeared
absorbed
in
taking
up
the
trail
of
the
shod
horses
--
not
so
easily
done
,
as
it
was
in
places
entirely
obliterated
by
the
thick
trampling
of
the
stallions
.
He
succeeded
in
making
it
out
by
piecemeal
--
still
going
on
at
a
trot
.
It
was
not
till
he
had
arrived
within
a
hundred
yards
of
the
arroyo
that
the
serious
shadow
disappeared
from
his
face
;
and
,
checking
the
pace
of
his
mare
,
he
vouchsafed
the
explanation
once
more
demanded
from
him
.
"
Oh
!
that
was
the
danger
,
"
said
Calhoun
,
on
hearing
the
explanation
.
"
How
do
you
know
they
have
escaped
it
?
"
"
Look
thur
!
"
"
A
dead
horse
!
Freshly
killed
,
he
appears
?
What
does
that
prove
?
"
"
That
the
mowstanger
hes
killed
him
.
"
"
It
frightened
the
others
off
,
you
think
,
and
they
followed
no
further
?
"
"
They
follered
no
further
;
but
it
wa
'n'
t
adzackly
thet
as
scared
'em
off
.
Thur
's
the
thing
as
kep
them
from
follerin
'
.
Ole
Hickory
,
what
a
jump
!
"
The
speaker
pointed
to
the
arroyo
,
on
the
edge
of
which
both
riders
had
now
arrived
.
"
You
do
n't
suppose
they
leaped
it
?
"
said
Calhoun
.
"
Impossible
.
"
