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Had
their
guide
held
the
prairies
in
complete
control
--
its
denizens
subject
to
his
secret
will
--
responsible
to
time
and
place
--
he
could
not
have
conducted
the
excursionists
to
a
spot
more
likely
to
furnish
the
sport
that
had
summoned
them
forth
.
Just
as
the
sparkling
Johannisberger
--
obtained
from
the
German
wine-stores
of
San
Antonio
--
had
imparted
a
brighter
blue
to
the
sky
,
and
a
more
vivid
green
to
the
grass
,
the
cry
"
Musteños
!
"
was
heard
above
the
hum
of
conversation
,
interrupting
the
half-spoken
sentiment
,
with
the
peal
of
merry
laughter
.
It
came
from
a
Mexican
vaquero
,
who
had
been
stationed
as
a
vidette
on
an
eminence
near
at
hand
.
Maurice
--
at
the
moment
partaking
of
the
hospitality
of
his
employers
,
freely
extended
to
him
--
suddenly
quaffed
off
the
cup
;
and
springing
to
his
saddle
,
cried
out
--
"
Cavallada
?
"
"
No
,
"
answered
the
Mexican
;
"
manada
.
"
"
What
do
the
fellows
mean
by
their
gibberish
?
"
inquired
Captain
Calhoun
.
"
Musteños
is
only
the
Mexican
for
mustangs
,
"
replied
the
major
;
"
and
by
'
manada
'
he
means
they
are
wild
mares
--
a
drove
of
them
.
At
this
season
they
herd
together
,
and
keep
apart
from
the
horses
;
unless
when
--
"
"
When
what
?
"
impatiently
asked
the
ex-officer
of
volunteers
,
interrupting
the
explanation
.
"
When
they
are
attacked
by
asses
,
"
innocently
answered
the
major
.
A
general
peal
of
laughter
rendered
doubtful
the
naïvété
of
the
major
's
response
--
imparting
to
it
the
suspicion
of
a
personality
not
intended
.
