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His
captors
let
go
their
hold
,
and
fall
back
with
a
simultaneous
shout
.
It
is
a
scream
of
wild
terror
!
Not
another
instant
do
they
stay
under
the
cypress
;
but
commence
retreating
at
top
speed
towards
the
thicket
where
their
own
steeds
have
been
left
tied
.
Mounting
in
mad
haste
,
they
ride
rapidly
away
.
They
have
seen
that
which
has
already
stricken
terror
into
hearts
more
courageous
than
theirs
--
a
horseman
without
a
head
!
Was
it
a
phantom
?
Surely
it
could
not
be
human
?
So
questioned
El
Coyote
and
his
terrified
companions
.
So
,
too
,
had
the
scared
Galwegian
interrogated
himself
,
until
his
mind
,
clouded
by
repeated
appeals
to
the
demijohn
,
became
temporarily
relieved
of
the
terror
.
In
a
similar
strain
had
run
the
thoughts
of
more
than
a
hundred
others
,
to
whom
the
headless
horseman
had
shown
himself
--
the
party
of
searchers
who
accompanied
the
major
.
It
was
at
an
earlier
hour
,
and
a
point
in
the
prairie
five
miles
farther
east
,
that
to
these
the
weird
figure
had
made
itself
manifest
.
Looking
westward
,
with
the
sun-glare
in
their
eyes
,
they
had
seen
only
its
shape
,
and
nothing
more
--
at
least
nothing
to
connect
it
with
Maurice
the
mustanger
.
Viewing
it
from
the
west
,
with
the
sun
at
his
back
,
the
Galwegian
had
seen
enough
to
make
out
a
resemblance
to
his
master
--
if
not
an
absolute
identification
.
