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It
is
the
same
he
has
lately
ridden
in
chase
of
the
Headless
Horseman
.
The
saddle
is
still
upon
its
back
,
and
the
bitt
between
its
teeth
.
From
the
commotion
observable
under
the
tree
,
and
the
shouting
that
accompanies
it
,
he
has
become
cognisant
of
that
terrible
signal
--
the
"
hue
and
cry
.
"
Concealment
is
no
longer
possible
;
and
,
changing
from
the
stealthy
pace
to
a
quick
earnest
run
,
he
bounds
upon
the
animal
's
back
.
Giving
a
wild
glance
backward
,
he
heads
it
towards
the
prairie
--
going
off
at
a
gallop
.
Fifty
horses
are
soon
laid
along
his
track
--
their
riders
roused
to
the
wildest
excitement
by
some
words
pronounced
at
their
parting
.
"
Bring
him
back
--
dead
or
alive
!
"
was
the
solemn
phrase
,
--
supposed
to
have
been
spoken
by
the
major
.
No
matter
by
whom
.
It
needs
not
the
stamp
of
official
warrant
to
stimulate
the
pursuers
.
Their
horror
of
the
foul
deed
is
sufficient
for
this
--
coupled
with
the
high
respect
in
which
the
victim
of
it
had
been
held
.
Each
man
spurs
onward
,
as
if
riding
to
avenge
the
death
of
a
relative
--
a
brother
;
as
if
each
was
himself
eager
to
become
an
instrument
in
the
execution
of
justice
!
Never
before
has
the
ex-captain
of
cavalry
been
in
such
danger
of
his
life
;
not
while
charging
over
the
red
battle-field
of
Buena
Vista
;
not
while
stretched
upon
the
sanded
floor
of
Oberdoffer
's
bar-room
,
with
the
muzzle
of
the
mustanger
's
pistol
pointed
at
his
head
!
He
knows
as
much
;
and
,
knowing
it
,
spurs
on
at
a
fearful
pace
--
at
intervals
casting
behind
a
glance
,
quick
,
furtive
,
and
fierce
.
