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For
about
four
hundred
yards
further
on
,
the
two
sets
of
tracks
were
traceable
;
but
by
the
eye
of
the
major
,
only
where
the
turf
was
softer
under
the
shadow
of
the
trees
.
So
far
--
the
scout
said
the
horses
had
passed
and
returned
in
the
order
already
declared
by
him
:
--
that
is
,
the
mustang
in
the
lead
while
proceeding
westward
,
and
in
the
rear
while
going
in
the
opposite
direction
.
At
this
point
the
trail
ended
--
both
horses
,
as
was
already
known
,
having
returned
on
their
own
tracks
.
Before
taking
the
back
track
,
however
,
they
had
halted
,
and
stayed
some
time
in
the
same
place
--
under
the
branches
of
a
spreading
cottonwood
.
The
turf
,
much
trampled
around
the
trunk
of
the
tree
,
was
evidence
of
this
.
The
tracker
got
off
his
horse
to
examine
it
;
and
,
stooping
to
the
earth
,
carefully
scrutinised
the
sign
.
"
They
've
been
here
thegither
,
"
said
he
,
after
several
minutes
spent
in
his
analysis
,
"
and
for
some
time
;
though
neither
's
been
out
of
the
saddle
.
They
've
been
on
friendly
terms
,
too
;
which
makes
it
all
the
more
unexplainable
.
They
must
have
quarrelled
afterwards
.
"
"
If
you
are
speaking
the
truth
,
Spangler
,
you
must
be
a
witch
.
How
on
earth
can
you
know
all
that
?
"
"
By
the
sign
,
major
;
by
the
sign
.
It
's
simple
enough
.
I
see
the
shoes
of
both
horses
lapping
over
each
other
a
score
of
times
;
and
in
such
a
way
that
shows
they
must
have
been
thegither
--
the
animals
,
it
might
be
,
restless
and
movin
'
about
.
As
for
the
time
,
they
've
taken
long
enough
to
smoke
a
cigar
apiece
--
close
to
the
teeth
too
.
Here
are
the
stumps
;
not
enough
left
to
fill
a
fellow
's
pipe
.
"
The
tracker
,
stooping
as
he
spoke
,
picked
up
a
brace
of
cigar
stumps
,
and
handed
them
to
the
major
.
"
By
the
same
token
,
"
he
continued
,
"
I
conclude
that
the
two
horsemen
,
whoever
they
were
,
while
under
this
tree
could
not
have
had
any
very
hostile
feelins
,
the
one
to
the
tother
.
Men
do
n't
smoke
in
company
with
the
design
of
cutting
each
other
's
throats
,
or
blowing
out
one
another
's
brains
,
the
instant
afterwards
.
The
trouble
between
them
must
have
come
on
after
the
cigars
were
smoked
out
.
That
it
did
come
there
can
be
no
doubt
.
As
sure
,
major
,
as
you
're
sittin
'
in
your
saddle
,
one
of
them
has
wiped
out
the
other
.
I
can
only
guess
which
has
been
wiped
out
,
by
the
errand
we
're
on
.
Poor
Mr
Poindexter
will
niver
more
see
his
son
alive
.
"
