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Dazed
almost
to
blindness
,
the
backwoodsman
determined
upon
turning
late
back
;
and
once
more
devoting
his
attention
to
the
trail
from
which
he
had
been
for
a
time
seduced
.
He
had
learnt
enough
to
know
that
this
last
promised
a
rich
reward
for
its
exploration
.
It
took
him
but
a
short
time
to
regain
it
.
Nor
did
he
lose
any
in
following
it
up
.
He
was
too
keenly
impressed
with
its
value
;
and
with
this
idea
urging
him
,
he
strode
rapidly
on
,
the
mare
following
as
before
.
Once
only
did
he
make
pause
;
at
a
point
where
the
tracks
of
two
horses
converged
with
that
he
was
following
.
From
this
point
the
three
coincided
--
at
times
parting
and
running
parallel
,
for
a
score
of
yards
or
so
,
but
again
coming
together
and
overlapping
one
another
.
The
horses
were
all
shod
--
like
that
which
carried
the
broken
shoe
--
and
the
hunter
only
stopped
to
see
what
he
could
make
out
of
the
hoof
marks
.
One
was
a
"
States
horse
;
"
the
other
a
mustang
--
though
a
stallion
of
great
size
,
and
with
a
hoof
almost
as
large
as
that
of
the
American
.
Zeb
had
his
conjectures
about
both
.
He
did
not
stay
to
inquire
which
had
gone
first
over
the
ground
.
That
was
as
clear
to
him
,
as
if
he
had
been
a
spectator
at
their
passing
.
The
stallion
had
been
in
the
lead
,
--
how
far
Zeb
could
not
exactly
tell
;
but
certainly
some
distance
beyond
that
of
companionship
.
The
States
horse
had
followed
;
and
behind
him
,
the
roadster
with
the
broken
shoe
--
also
an
American
.
All
three
had
gone
over
the
same
ground
,
at
separate
times
,
and
each
by
himself
.
This
Zeb
Stump
could
tell
with
as
much
ease
and
certainty
,
as
one
might
read
the
index
of
a
dial
,
or
thermometer
.
