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"
It
's
his
horse
--
sure
as
shootin
'
!
His
saddle
,
serapé
,
and
all
.
How
the
hell
could
they
have
come
into
the
possession
of
the
other
?
"
Another
pause
of
reflection
.
"
Trick
,
or
no
trick
,
it
's
an
ugly
business
.
Whoever
's
planned
it
,
must
know
all
that
happened
that
night
;
and
by
God
,
if
that
thing
lodged
there
,
I
've
got
to
get
it
back
.
What
a
fool
;
to
have
bragged
about
it
as
I
did
!
Curse
the
crooked
luck
!
"
He
wo
n't
come
nearer
.
He
's
provokingly
shy
of
the
timber
.
Like
all
his
breed
,
he
knows
he
's
safest
in
the
open
ground
.
"
What
's
to
be
done
?
See
if
I
can
call
him
up
.
May
be
he
may
like
to
hear
a
human
voice
.
If
it
'll
only
fetch
him
twenty
yards
nearer
,
I
'll
be
satisfied
.
Hanged
if
I
do
n't
try
.
"
Drawing
a
little
closer
to
the
edge
of
the
thicket
,
the
speaker
pronounced
that
call
usually
employed
by
Texans
to
summon
a
straying
horse
.
"
Proh
--
proh
--
proshow
!
Come
kindly
!
come
,
old
horse
!
"
The
invitation
was
extended
to
no
purpose
.
The
Texan
steed
did
not
seem
to
understand
it
;
at
all
events
,
as
an
invitation
to
friendly
companionship
On
the
contrary
,
it
had
the
effect
of
frightening
him
;
for
no
sooner
fell
the
"
proh
"
upon
his
ear
,
than
letting
go
the
mouthful
of
grass
already
gathered
,
he
tossed
his
head
aloft
with
a
snort
that
proclaimed
far
greater
fear
than
that
felt
for
either
wolf
or
vulture
!
A
mustang
,
he
knew
that
his
greatest
enemy
was
man
--
a
man
mounted
upon
a
horse
;
and
by
this
time
his
scent
had
disclosed
to
him
the
proximity
of
such
a
foe
.
