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Yancey
leaps
to
the
ground
,
delighted
with
the
duty
thus
imposed
upon
him
.
He
examines
the
girths
.
In
his
opinion
they
do
not
want
tightening
.
He
does
not
say
so
;
but
,
undoing
the
buckle
,
pulls
upon
the
strap
with
all
his
strength
.
"
Stay
!
"
says
the
fair
equestrian
,
"
let
me
alight
.
You
will
get
better
at
it
then
.
"
Without
waiting
for
his
assistance
,
she
springs
from
her
stirrup
,
and
stands
by
the
side
of
the
mustang
.
The
young
man
continues
to
tug
at
the
straps
,
pulling
with
all
the
power
of
his
arms
.
After
a
prolonged
struggle
,
that
turns
him
red
in
the
face
,
he
succeeds
in
shortening
them
by
a
single
hole
.
"
Now
,
Miss
Poindexter
;
I
think
it
will
do
.
"
"
Perhaps
it
will
,
"
rejoins
the
lady
,
placing
her
hand
upon
the
horn
of
her
saddle
,
and
giving
it
a
slight
shake
.
"
No
doubt
it
will
do
now
.
After
all
'
tis
a
pity
to
start
back
so
soon
.
I
've
just
arrived
here
after
a
fast
gallop
;
and
my
poor
Luna
has
scarce
had
time
to
breathe
herself
.
What
if
we
stop
here
a
while
,
and
let
her
have
a
little
rest
?
'
Tis
cruel
to
take
her
back
without
it
.
"
"
But
your
father
?
He
seemed
desirous
you
should
--
"
"
That
I
should
go
home
at
once
.
That
's
nothing
.
'
Twas
only
to
get
me
out
of
the
way
of
these
rough
men
--
that
was
all
.
He
wo
n't
care
;
so
long
as
I
'm
out
of
sight
.
