The Pacing Mustang 



it I turned the muzzle up, and accidentally u* 

 gun went off. 



Instantly the herd below was all alarm, the 

 great black leader snorted and neighed and 

 dashed about. And the mares bunched, and 

 away all went in a rumble of hoofs, and a cloud 

 of dust. 



The Stallion careered now on this side, now 

 on that, and kept his eye on all and led and 

 drove them far away. As long as I could 

 see I watched, and never once did he break his 

 pace. 



Jack made Western remarks about me and my 

 gun, as well as that mustang, but I rejoiced in 

 the Pacer's strength and beauty, and not for all 

 the mares in the bunch would I have harmed 

 his glossy hide. 



Ill 



There are several ways of capturing wild 

 horses. One is by creasing — that is, grazing 

 the animal's nape with a rifle-ball so that he is 

 stunned long enough for hobbling. 



"Yes! I seen about a hundred necks broke 



-'J8 



