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"
They
are
chased
!
"
remarked
Maurice
,
observing
the
excited
action
of
the
animals
.
"
What
is
it
,
Crespino
?
"
he
cried
out
to
the
Mexican
,
who
,
from
his
position
,
must
have
seen
any
pursuer
that
might
be
after
them
.
There
was
a
momentary
pause
,
as
the
party
awaited
the
response
.
In
the
crowd
were
countenances
that
betrayed
uneasiness
,
some
even
alarm
.
It
might
be
Indians
who
were
in
pursuit
of
the
mustangs
!
"
Un
asino
cimmaron
!
"
was
the
phrase
that
came
from
the
mouth
of
the
Mexican
,
though
by
no
means
terminating
the
suspense
of
the
picknickers
.
"
Un
macho
!
"
he
added
.
"
Oh
!
That
's
it
!
I
thought
it
was
!
"
muttered
Maurice
.
"
The
rascal
must
be
stopped
,
or
he
'll
spoil
our
sport
.
So
long
as
he
's
after
them
,
they
'll
not
make
halt
this
side
the
sky
line
.
Is
the
macho
coming
on
?
"
"
Close
at
hand
,
Don
Mauricio
.
Making
straight
for
myself
.
"
"
Fling
your
rope
over
him
,
if
you
can
.
If
not
,
cripple
him
with
a
shot
--
anything
to
put
an
end
to
his
capers
.
"
The
character
of
the
pursuer
was
still
a
mystery
to
most
,
if
not
all
,
upon
the
ground
:
for
only
the
mustanger
knew
the
exact
signification
of
the
phrases
--
"
un
asino
cimmaron
,
"
"
un
macho
.
"
"
Explain
,
Maurice
!
"
commanded
the
major
.
"
Look
yonder
!
"
replied
the
young
Irishman
,
pointing
to
the
top
of
the
hill
.
The
two
words
were
sufficient
.
All
eyes
became
directed
towards
the
crest
of
the
ridge
,
where
an
animal
,
usually
regarded
as
the
type
of
slowness
and
stupidity
,
was
seen
advancing
with
the
swiftness
of
a
bird
upon
the
wing
.
