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But
,
as
if
to
prove
the
apparition
a
spirit
,
on
reaching
the
place
there
were
no
tracks
to
be
seen
!
The
explanation
,
however
,
was
altogether
natural
.
Where
the
horse
had
wheeled
round
,
and
for
miles
beyond
,
the
plain
was
thickly
strewn
with
white
shingle
.
It
was
,
in
trapper
parlance
,
a
"
chalk
prairie
.
"
The
stones
showed
displacement
;
and
here
and
there
an
abrasion
that
appeared
to
have
been
made
by
the
hoof
of
a
horse
.
But
these
marks
were
scarce
discernible
,
and
only
to
the
eyes
of
the
skilled
tracker
.
It
was
the
case
with
the
trail
they
had
been
taking
up
--
that
of
the
shod
mustang
;
and
as
the
surface
had
lately
been
disturbed
by
a
wild
herd
,
the
particular
hoof-marks
could
no
longer
be
distinguished
.
They
might
have
gone
further
in
the
direction
taken
by
the
headless
rider
.
The
sun
would
have
been
their
guide
,
and
after
that
the
evening
star
.
But
it
was
the
rider
of
the
shod
mustang
they
were
desirous
to
overtake
;
and
the
half
hour
of
daylight
that
followed
was
spent
in
fruitless
search
for
his
trail
--
gone
blind
among
the
shingle
.
Spangler
proclaimed
himself
at
fault
,
as
the
sun
disappeared
over
the
horizon
.
They
had
no
alternative
but
to
ride
back
to
the
chapparal
,
and
bivouac
among
the
bushes
.
The
intention
was
to
make
a
fresh
trial
for
the
recovery
of
the
trail
,
at
the
earliest
hour
of
the
morning
.
It
was
not
fulfilled
,
at
least
as
regarded
time
.
The
trial
was
postponed
by
an
unexpected
circumstance
.
Scarce
had
they
formed
camp
,
when
a
courier
arrived
,
bringing
a
despatch
for
the
major
.
It
was
from
the
commanding
officer
of
the
district
,
whose
head-quarters
were
at
San
Antonio
do
Bexar
.
It
had
been
sent
to
Fort
Inge
,
and
thence
forwarded
.
