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Not
till
then
did
Zeb
Stump
clamber
into
his
saddle
;
and
,
"
prodding
"
his
solitary
spur
against
the
ribs
of
his
roadster
,
cause
the
latter
to
move
on
.
He
went
after
Cassius
Calhoun
;
but
without
showing
the
slightest
concern
about
keeping
the
latter
in
sight
!
He
needed
not
this
to
guide
him
.
The
dew
upon
the
grass
was
to
him
a
spotless
page
--
the
tracks
of
the
grey
mustang
a
type
,
as
legible
as
the
lines
of
a
printed
book
.
He
could
read
them
at
a
trot
;
ay
,
going
at
a
gallop
!
Without
suspicion
that
he
had
been
seen
leaving
the
house
--
except
by
Pluto
,
who
had
saddled
the
grey
mustang
--
Calhoun
rode
on
across
the
prairie
.
Equally
unsuspicious
was
he
,
in
passing
the
point
where
Zeb
Stump
stood
crouching
in
concealment
.
In
the
dim
light
of
the
morning
he
supposed
himself
unseen
by
human
eye
;
and
he
recked
not
of
any
other
.
After
parting
from
the
timbered
border
,
he
struck
off
towards
the
Nueces
;
riding
at
a
brisk
trot
--
now
and
then
increasing
to
a
canter
.
Por
the
first
six
or
eight
miles
he
took
but
little
note
of
aught
that
was
around
.
An
occasional
glance
along
the
horizon
seemed
to
satisfy
him
;
and
this
extended
only
to
that
portion
of
the
vast
circle
before
his
face
.
He
looked
neither
to
the
right
nor
the
left
;
and
only
once
behind
--
after
getting
some
distance
from
the
skirt
of
the
chapparal
.
Before
him
was
the
object
--
still
unseen
--
upon
which
his
thoughts
were
straying
.
