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By
keeping
to
the
former
,
he
might
find
out
much
;
but
by
changing
to
the
latter
he
might
learn
more
?
He
might
capture
the
Headless
Horseman
,
and
ascertain
from
him
the
why
and
wherefore
of
his
wild
wanderings
?
While
thus
absorbed
,
in
considering
what
course
he
had
best
take
,
he
had
forgotten
the
puff
of
smoke
,
and
the
report
heard
far
off
over
the
prairie
.
Only
for
a
moment
,
however
.
They
were
things
to
be
remembered
;
and
he
soon
remembered
them
.
Turning
his
eyes
to
the
quarter
where
the
smoke
had
appeared
,
he
saw
that
which
caused
him
to
squat
down
again
;
and
place
himself
,
with
more
impressement
than
ever
,
under
cover
of
the
mezquites
.
The
old
mare
,
relishing
the
recumbent
attitude
,
had
still
kept
to
it
;
and
there
was
no
necessity
for
re-disposing
of
her
.
What
Zeb
now
saw
was
a
man
on
horseback
--
a
real
horseman
,
with
a
head
upon
his
shoulders
.
He
was
still
a
long
way
off
;
and
it
was
not
likely
he
had
seen
the
tall
form
of
the
hunter
,
standing
shored
up
among
the
bushes
--
much
less
the
mare
,
lying
beneath
them
.
He
showed
no
signs
of
having
done
so
.
On
the
contrary
,
he
was
sitting
stooped
in
the
saddle
,
his
breast
bent
down
to
the
pommel
,
and
his
eyes
actively
engaged
in
reading
the
ground
,
over
which
he
was
guiding
his
horse
.
There
could
be
no
difficulty
in
ascertaining
his
occupation
.
Zeb
Stump
guessed
it
at
a
glance
.
He
was
tracking
the
headless
rider
.
"
Ho
,
ho
!
"
muttered
Zeb
,
on
making
this
discovery
;
"
I
ai
n't
the
only
one
who
's
got
a
reezun
for
solvin
'
this
hyur
myst
'
ry
!
Who
the
hell
kin
he
be
?
I
shed
jest
like
to
know
that
.
"
