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"
Wal
--
there
's
no
time
to
stan
'
speklatin
'
hyur
.
Wi
'
this
bit
o
'
iron
to
assiss
me
,
I
may
chance
upon
somethin'
thet
'll
gie
a
clue
to
a
part
o
'
the
bloody
bizness
,
ef
not
to
the
hul
o
'
it
;
an
fust
,
as
to
the
direcshun
in
which
I
shed
steer
?
"
He
looked
round
,
as
if
in
search
of
some
one
to
answer
the
interrogatory
.
"
It
air
no
use
beginnin
'
neer
the
Fort
or
the
town
.
The
groun
'
abeout
both
on
'em
air
paddled
wi
'
hoss
tracks
like
a
cattle
pen
.
I
'd
best
strike
out
into
the
purayra
at
onst
,
an
take
a
track
crossways
o
'
the
Rio
Grande
route
.
By
doin
'
thet
I
may
fluke
on
the
futmark
I
'm
in
search
o
'
.
Yes
--
ye-es
!
thet
's
the
most
sensiblest
idee
.
"
As
if
fully
satisfied
on
this
score
,
he
took
up
his
bridle-rein
,
muttered
some
words
to
his
mare
,
and
commenced
moving
off
along
the
edge
of
the
chapparal
.
Having
advanced
about
a
mile
in
the
direction
of
the
Nueces
river
,
he
abruptly
changed
his
course
;
but
with
a
coolness
that
told
of
a
predetermined
purpose
.
It
was
now
nearly
due
west
,
and
at
right
angles
to
the
different
trails
going
towards
the
Rio
Grande
There
was
a
simultaneous
change
in
his
bearing
--
in
the
expression
of
his
features
--
and
his
attitude
in
the
saddle
.
No
longer
looking
listlessly
around
,
he
sate
stooping
forward
,
his
eye
carefully
scanning
the
sward
,
over
a
wide
space
on
both
sides
of
the
path
he
was
pursuing
.
He
had
ridden
about
a
mile
in
the
new
direction
,
when
something
seen
upon
the
ground
caused
him
to
start
,
and
simultaneously
pull
upon
the
bridle-rein
.
Nothing
loth
,
the
"
critter
"
came
to
a
stand
;
Zeb
,
at
the
same
time
,
flinging
himself
out
of
the
saddle
.
Leaving
the
old
mare
to
ruminate
upon
this
eccentric
proceeding
,
he
advanced
a
pace
or
two
,
and
dropped
down
upon
his
knees
.
