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The
beautiful
captive
was
a
mare
--
one
of
a
manada
that
frequented
the
plains
near
the
source
of
the
Alamo
;
and
where
,
for
the
third
time
,
the
mustanger
had
unsuccessfully
chased
it
.
In
his
case
the
proverb
had
proved
untrue
.
In
the
third
time
he
had
not
found
the
"
charm
"
;
though
it
favoured
him
in
the
fourth
.
By
the
fascination
of
a
long
rope
,
with
a
running
noose
at
its
end
,
he
had
secured
the
creature
that
,
for
some
reason
known
only
to
himself
,
he
so
ardently
wished
to
possess
.
Phelim
had
never
seen
his
master
return
from
a
horse-hunting
excursion
in
such
a
state
of
excitement
;
even
when
coming
back
--
as
he
often
did
--
with
half
a
dozen
mustangs
led
loosely
at
the
end
of
his
lazo
.
But
never
before
at
the
end
of
that
implement
had
Phelim
beheld
such
a
beauty
as
the
spotted
mare
.
She
was
a
thing
to
excite
the
admiration
of
one
less
a
connoisseur
in
horse-flesh
than
the
ci-devant
stable-boy
of
Castle
Ballagh
.
"
Hooch
--
hoop
--
hoora
!
"
cried
he
,
as
he
set
eyes
upon
the
captive
,
at
the
same
time
tossing
his
hat
high
into
the
air
.
"
Thanks
to
the
Howly
Vargin
,
an
Saint
Pathrick
to
boot
,
Masther
Maurice
,
yez
have
cotched
the
spotty
at
last
!
It
's
a
mare
,
be
japers
!
Och
!
the
purthy
crayther
!
I
do
n't
wondher
yez
hiv
been
so
bad
about
gettin
'
howlt
av
her
.
Sowl
!
if
yez
had
her
in
Ballinasloe
Fair
,
yez
might
ask
your
own
price
,
and
get
it
too
,
widout
givin
'
sixpence
av
luckpenny
.
Oh
!
the
purty
crayther
!
Where
will
yez
hiv
her
phut
,
masther
?
Into
the
corral
,
wid
the
others
?
"
"
No
,
she
might
get
kicked
among
them
.
We
shall
tie
her
in
the
shed
.
Castro
must
pass
his
night
outside
among
the
trees
.
If
he
's
got
any
gallantry
in
him
he
wo
n't
mind
that
.
Did
you
ever
see
anything
so
beautiful
as
she
is
,
Phelim
--
I
mean
in
the
way
of
horseflesh
?
"
"
Niver
,
Masther
Maurice
;
niver
,
in
all
me
life
!
An
'
I
've
seen
some
nice
bits
av
blood
about
Ballyballagh
.
Oh
,
the
purty
crayther
!
she
looks
as
if
a
body
cud
ate
her
;
and
yit
,
in
trath
,
she
looks
like
she
wud
ate
you
.
Yez
have
n't
given
her
the
schoolin
'
lesson
,
have
yez
?
"
"
No
,
Phelim
:
I
do
n't
want
to
break
her
just
yet
--
not
till
I
have
time
,
and
can
do
it
properly
.
It
would
never
do
to
spoil
such
perfection
as
that
.
I
shall
tame
her
,
after
we
've
taken
her
to
the
Settlements
.
"
"
Yez
be
goin
'
there
,
masther
Maurice
?
When
?
"
