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One
of
these
ran
transversely
to
the
path
over
which
the
horses
had
passed
--
so
low
that
a
horseman
,
to
shun
contact
with
it
,
would
have
to
lower
his
head
.
At
this
branch
Zeb
Stump
stood
gazing
.
He
observed
an
abrasion
upon
the
bark
;
that
,
though
very
slight
,
must
have
been
caused
by
contact
with
some
substance
,
as
hard
,
if
not
sounder
,
than
itself
.
"
Thet
's
been
done
by
the
skull
o
'
a
human
critter
,
"
reasoned
he
--
"
a
human
critter
,
that
must
a
been
on
the
back
o
'
a
hoss
--
this
side
the
branch
,
an
off
on
the
t
'
other
.
No
livin
'
man
ked
a
stud
sech
a
cullizyun
as
thet
,
an
kep
his
seat
i
'
the
seddle
.
"
Hooraw
!
"
he
triumphantly
exclaimed
,
after
a
cursory
examination
of
the
ground
underneath
the
tree
.
"
I
thort
so
.
Thur
's
the
impreshun
o
'
the
throwed
rider
.
An
'
thur
's
whar
he
hez
creeped
away
.
Now
I
've
got
a
explication
o
'
thet
big
bump
as
hez
been
puzzlin
'
me
.
I
know
'd
it
wa
n't
did
by
the
claws
o
'
any
varmint
;
an
it
did
n't
look
like
the
blow
eyther
o
'
a
stone
or
a
stick
.
Thet
ere
's
the
stick
that
hez
gi
'n
it
.
"
With
an
elastic
step
--
his
countenance
radiant
of
triumph
--
the
old
hunter
strode
away
from
the
tree
,
no
longer
upon
the
cattle
path
,
but
that
taken
by
the
man
who
had
been
so
violently
dismounted
.
To
one
unaccustomed
to
the
chapparal
,
he
might
have
appeared
going
without
a
guide
,
and
upon
a
path
never
before
pressed
by
human
foot
.
A
portion
of
it
perhaps
had
not
.
But
Zeb
was
conducted
by
signs
which
,
although
obscure
to
the
ordinary
eye
,
were
to
him
intelligible
as
the
painted
lettering
upon
a
finger-post
The
branch
contorted
to
afford
passage
for
a
human
form
--
the
displaced
tendrils
of
a
creeping
plant
--
the
scratched
surface
of
the
earth
--
all
told
that
a
man
had
passed
that
way
.
The
sign
signified
more
--
that
the
man
was
disabled
--
had
been
crawling
--
a
cripple
!
Zeb
Stump
continued
on
,
till
he
had
traced
this
cripple
to
the
banks
of
a
running
stream
.
It
was
not
necessary
for
him
to
go
further
.
He
had
made
one
more
splice
of
the
broken
thread
.
Another
,
and
his
clue
would
be
complete
!
With
an
oath
,
a
sullen
look
,
and
a
brow
black
as
disappointment
could
make
it
,
Calhoun
turned
away
from
the
edge
of
the
chalk
prairie
,
where
he
had
lost
the
traces
of
the
Headless
Horseman
.
