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It
was
not
exactly
this
that
kept
him
to
the
place
;
but
the
necessity
of
taking
what
he
was
in
the
habit
of
calling
a
"
good
think
.
"
His
thoughts
were
about
the
exchange
of
the
horses
:
for
he
had
heard
the
whole
dialogue
relating
thereto
,
and
the
proposal
coming
from
Calhoun
.
It
was
this
that
puzzled
,
or
rather
gave
him
reason
for
reflection
.
What
could
be
the
motive
?
Zeb
knew
to
be
true
what
the
Mexican
had
said
:
that
the
States
horse
was
,
in
market
value
,
worth
far
more
than
the
mustang
.
He
knew
,
moreover
,
that
Cassius
Calhoun
was
the
last
man
to
be
"
coped
"
in
a
horse
trade
.
Why
,
then
,
had
he
done
the
"
deal
?
"
The
old
hunter
pulled
off
his
felt
hat
;
gave
his
hand
a
twist
or
two
through
his
unkempt
hair
;
transferred
the
caress
to
the
grizzled
beard
upon
his
chin
--
all
the
while
gazing
upon
the
ground
,
as
if
the
answer
to
his
mental
interrogatory
was
to
spring
out
of
the
grass
.
"
Thur
air
but
one
explication
o
'
t
,
"
he
at
length
muttered
:
"
the
grey
's
the
faster
critter
o
'
the
two
--
ne'er
a
doubt
'
beout
thet
;
an
Mister
Cash
wants
him
for
his
fastness
:
else
why
the
durnation
shed
he
a
gin
a
hoss
thet
'
ud
sell
for
four
o
'
his
sort
in
any
part
o
'
Texas
,
an
twicet
thet
number
in
Mexiko
?
I
reck
'n
he
's
bargained
for
the
heels
.
Why
?
Durn
me
,
ef
I
do
n't
suspect
why
.
He
wants
--
he
--
heigh
--
I
hev
it
--
somethin'
as
kin
kum
up
wi
'
the
Headless
!
"
Thet
's
the
very
thing
he
's
arter
--
sure
as
my
name
's
Zeb
'
lon
Stump
.
He
's
tried
the
States
hoss
an
foun
'
him
slow
.
Thet
much
I
knowd
myself
.
Now
he
thinks
,
wi
'
the
mowstang
,
he
may
hev
a
chance
to
overhaul
the
tother
,
ef
he
kin
only
find
him
agin
;
an
for
sartin
he
'll
go
in
sarch
o
'
him
.
"
He
's
rad
on
now
to
Casser
Corver
--
maybe
to
git
a
pick
o
'
somethin'
to
eat
.
He
wo
n't
stay
thur
long
.
'
Fore
many
hours
hev
passed
,
somebody
'll
see
him
out
hyur
on
the
purayra
;
an
thet
somebody
air
boun
'
to
be
Zeb
'
lon
Stump
.
"
Come
,
ye
critter
!
"
he
continued
,
turning
to
the
mare
,
"
ye
thort
ye
wur
a
goin
'
hum
,
did
ye
?
Yur
mistaken
'
beout
that
.
Ye
've
got
to
squat
hyur
for
another
hour
or
two
--
if
not
the
hul
o
'
the
night
.
Never
mind
,
ole
gurl
!
The
grass
do
n't
look
so
had
;
an
ye
shell
hev
a
chance
to
git
yur
snout
to
it
.
Thur
now
--
eet
your
durned
gut-full
!
"
While
pronouncing
this
apostrophe
,
he
drew
the
head-stall
over
the
ears
of
his
mare
;
and
,
chucking
the
bridle
across
the
projecting
tree
of
the
saddle
,
permitted
her
to
graze
at
will
.
