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Zeb
saw
nothing
of
this
.
It
was
gone
;
and
the
sky
stretched
down
to
the
prairie
--
the
blue
meeting
the
green
in
a
straight
unbroken
line
.
He
saw
,
however
,
what
excited
him
almost
as
much
as
the
spectre
would
have
done
:
two
sets
of
horse-tracks
going
together
--
those
that
went
after
being
the
hoof-marks
of
Calhoun
's
new
horse
--
of
which
Zeb
had
already
taken
the
measure
.
About
the
tracks
underneath
he
had
no
conjecture
--
at
least
as
regarded
their
identification
.
These
he
knew
,
as
well
as
if
his
own
mare
had
made
them
.
"
The
skunk
's
hed
a
find
!
"
were
the
words
that
escaped
him
,
as
he
sate
gazing
upon
the
double
trail
.
"
It
do
n't
foller
from
thet
,
"
he
continued
,
in
the
same
careless
drawl
,
"
thet
he
hez
made
a
catch
.
An
'
yit
,
who
knows
?
Durn
me
,
ef
he
mout
n't
!
Thur
's
lots
o
'
chances
for
his
doin
'
it
.
The
mowstang
may
a
let
him
come
clost
up
--
seein
'
as
he
's
ridin
'
one
o
'
its
own
sort
;
an
ef
it
dud
--
ay
,
ef
it
dud
--
"
What
the
durnation
am
I
stannin
'
hyur
for
?
Thur
ai
n't
no
time
to
be
wasted
in
shiller-shallerin
'
.
Ef
he
shed
grup
thet
critter
,
an
git
what
he
wants
from
it
,
then
I
mout
whissel
for
what
I
want
,
'
ithout
the
ghost
o
'
a
chance
for
gettin
'
it
.
"
I
must
make
a
better
rate
o
'
speed
.
Gee-up
,
ole
gurl
;
an
see
ef
ye
ca
n't
overtake
that
ere
grey
hoss
,
as
scuttled
past
half-a-hour
agone
.
Now
for
a
spell
o
'
yur
swiftness
,
the
which
you
kin
show
along
wi
'
any
o
'
them
,
I
reckon
--
thet
air
when
ye
're
pressed
.
Gee-up
!
"
Instead
of
using
the
cruel
means
employed
by
him
when
wanting
his
mare
to
make
her
best
speed
,
he
only
drove
the
old
spur
against
her
ribs
,
and
started
her
into
a
trot
.
He
had
no
desire
to
travel
more
rapidly
than
was
consistent
with
caution
;
and
while
trotting
he
kept
his
eyes
sharply
ranging
along
the
skyline
in
front
of
him
.
"
From
the
way
his
track
runs
,
"
was
his
reflection
,
"
I
kin
tell
pretty
nigh
whar
it
's
goin
'
to
fetch
out
.
Everything
seems
to
go
that
way
;
an
so
did
he
,
poor
young
fellur
--
never
more
to
come
back
.
Ah
,
wal
!
ef
t
'
aint
possible
to
ree-vive
him
agin
,
may
be
it
air
to
squar
the
yards
wi
'
the
skunk
as
destroyed
him
.
The
Scripter
sez
,
'
a
eye
for
a
eye
,
an
a
tooth
for
a
tooth
,
'
an
I
reckin
I
'll
shet
up
somebody
's
daylights
,
an
spoil
the
use
o
'
thur
ivories
afore
I
hev
done
wi
'
him
.
Somebody
as
do
n't
suspeeshun
it
neyther
,
an
that
same
--
.
Heigh
!
Yonner
he
goes
!
An
'
yonner
too
the
Headless
,
by
Geehosophat
!
Full
gallup
both
;
an
durn
me
,
if
the
grey
aint
a
overtakin
'
him
!
"
They
aint
comin
'
this
way
,
so
'
tai
n't
no
use
in
our
squattin
'
,
ole
gurl
.
Stan
'
steady
for
all
that
.
He
mout
see
us
movin
'
.
