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The
horse
he
intends
firing
at
is
no
longer
at
rest
,
nor
is
he
browsing
upon
the
beans
.
He
has
become
engaged
in
a
sort
of
spasmodic
struggle
--
with
his
head
half
buried
among
the
bushes
!
Calhoun
sees
that
it
is
held
there
,
and
by
the
bridle-rein
,
--
that
,
dragged
over
the
pommel
of
the
saddle
,
has
become
entangled
around
the
stem
of
a
mezquite
!
"
Caught
at
last
!
Thank
God
--
thank
God
!
"
He
can
scarce
restrain
himself
from
shout
of
triumph
,
as
he
spurs
forward
to
the
spot
.
He
is
only
withheld
by
the
fear
of
being
heard
from
behind
.
In
another
instant
,
he
is
by
the
side
of
the
Headless
Horseman
--
that
spectral
shape
he
has
so
long
vainly
pursued
!
Calhoun
clutches
at
the
trailing
bridle
.
The
horse
tries
to
avoid
him
,
but
can
not
.
His
head
is
secured
by
the
tangled
rein
;
and
he
can
only
bound
about
in
a
circle
,
of
which
his
nose
is
the
centre
.
The
rider
takes
no
heed
,
nor
makes
any
attempt
to
elude
the
capture
;
but
sits
stiff
and
mute
in
the
saddle
,
leaving
the
horse
to
continue
his
"
cavortings
.
"
After
a
brief
struggle
the
animal
is
secured
.
The
captor
utters
an
exclamation
of
joy
.
