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"
He
mout
n't
have
the
mateerils
riddy
?
It
depends
on
whether
he
's
been
shoein
'
lately
.
How
long
's
it
since
he
shod
any
o
'
yourn
?
"
"
More
'n
a
week
I
blieb
,
Mass
'
Zeb
.
Ho
--
ho
!
Do
last
war
Missa
Looey
hoss
--
de
beautiful
'
potty
dar
.
But
dat
wo
n't
make
no
differens
.
I
know
he
hab
de
fixins
all
ready
.
I
knows
it
,
kase
he
go
for
shoe
de
sorrel
.
De
ole
hoss
hab
one
ob
de
hind
shoe
broke
.
He
hab
it
so
de
lass
ten
day
;
an
Mass
Cahoon
,
he
gib
orders
for
it
be
remove
Ho
--
ho
!
dis
berry
mornin
'
I
hear
um
tell
Jake
.
"
"
Arter
all
,
"
rejoined
Zeb
,
as
if
suddenly
changing
his
mind
,
"
I
mout
n't
hev
the
time
to
spare
.
I
reck
'n
I
'll
let
the
ole
critter
do
'
ithout
till
I
kum
back
.
The
tramp
I
'm
goin
'
on
--
most
part
o
'
it
--
lies
over
grass
purayra
;
an
wo
n't
hurt
her
.
"
"
No
,
I
hev
n't
time
,
"
he
added
,
after
stepping
outside
and
glancing
up
towards
the
sky
.
"
I
must
be
off
from
hyur
in
the
shakin
'
o
'
a
goat
's
tail
.
Now
,
ole
gal
!
you
've
got
to
stop
yur
munchin
'
an
take
this
bit
o
'
iron
atwixt
yur
teeth
.
Open
yur
corn
trap
for
it
.
That
's
the
putty
pet
!
"
And
so
continuing
to
talk
--
now
to
Pluto
,
now
to
the
mare
--
he
once
more
adjusted
the
headstall
;
led
the
animal
out
;
and
,
clambering
into
the
saddle
,
rode
thoughtfully
away
.
After
getting
clear
of
the
enclosures
of
Casa
del
Corvo
,
the
hunter
headed
his
animal
up
stream
--
in
the
direction
of
the
Port
and
town
.
It
was
the
former
he
intended
to
reach
--
which
he
did
in
a
ride
of
less
than
a
quarter
of
an
hour
.
Commonly
it
took
him
three
to
accomplish
this
distance
;
but
on
this
occasion
he
was
in
an
unusual
state
of
excitement
,
and
he
made
speed
to
correspond
.
The
old
mare
could
go
fast
enough
when
required
--
that
is
when
Zeb
required
her
and
he
had
a
mode
of
quickening
her
speed
--
known
only
to
himself
,
and
only
employed
upon
extraordinary
occasions
.
It
simply
consisted
in
drawing
the
bowie
knife
from
his
belt
,
and
inserting
about
in
inch
of
its
blade
into
the
mare
's
hip
,
close
to
the
termination
of
the
spine
.
The
effect
was
like
magic
;
or
,
if
you
prefer
the
figure
--
electricity
.
So
spurred
,
Zeb
's
"
critter
"
could
accomplish
a
mile
in
three
minutes
;
and
more
than
once
had
she
been
called
upon
to
show
this
capability
,
when
her
owner
was
chased
by
Comanches
.
