The White Mustang 



solid stone, opening into, another canon. Above us 

 the sky seemed a winding, flowing stream of blue. 

 The walls were so close in places that a horse with 

 pack would have been blocked, and a rider had to 

 pull his legs up over the saddle. On the far side, 

 the passage fell very suddenly for several hundred 

 feet to the floor of the other canon. No hunter could 

 have seen it, or suspected it from that side. 



&quot; This is Grand Canon country, an 1 nobody knows 

 what he s goin to find,&quot; was Frank s comment. 



&quot; Now we re in Nail Canon proper,&quot; said Stewart, 

 &quot; an I know my bearin s. I can climb out a mile 

 below an cut across to Kanab Canon, an slip up 

 into Nail Canon agin, ahead of the mustangs, an 

 drive em up. I can t miss em, fer Kanab Canon 

 is impassable down a little ways. The mustangs will 

 hev to run this way. So all you need do is go below 

 the break, where I climb out, an wait. You re sure 

 goin to get a look at the White Mustang. But 

 wait. Don t expect him before noon, an after thet, 

 any time till he comes. Mebbe it ll be a couple of 

 days, so keep a good watch.&quot; 



Then taking our man Lawson, with blankets and a 

 knapsack of food, Stewart rode off down the canon. 



We were early on the march. As we proceeded 

 the canon lost its regularity and smoothness ; it became 

 crooked as a rail fence, narrower, higher, rugged and 



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