The Pacing 1 Mustang" 



across to where they ought to go, brought Jo 

 again in close sight. Again he walked quietly 

 toward the herd, and again there was the alarm 

 and flight. And so they passed the afternoon, 

 but circled ever more and more to the south, so 

 that when the sun was low they were, as Jo had 

 expected, not far from Alamosa Arroyo. The 

 band was again close at hand, and Jo, after 

 starting them off, rode to the wagon, while his 

 pard, who had been taking it easy, took up the 

 slow chase on a fresh horse. 



After supper the wagon moved on to the up- 

 per ford of the Alamosa, as arranged, and there 

 camped for the night. 



Meanwhile, Charley followed the herd. They 

 had not run so far as at first, for their pursuer 

 made no sign of attack, and they were getting 

 used to his company. They were more easily 

 found, as the shadows fell, on account of a snow- 

 white mare that was in the bunch. A young 

 moon in the sky now gave some help, and rely- 

 ing on his horse to choose the path, Charley kept 

 him quietly walking after the herd, represented 

 by that ghost-white mare, till they were lost in 

 the night. He then got off, unsaddled and 



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