The Pacing Mustang 



has always a passion for the herb and finally 

 dies mad. A beast with the craze is said to 

 be locoed. And Jo's best mount had a wild 

 gleam in her eye that to an expert told the 

 tale. 



But she was swift and strong and Jo chose 

 her for the grand finish of the chase. It would 

 have been an easy matter now to rope the 

 mares, but was no longer necessary. They 

 could be separated from their black leader and 

 driven home to the corral. But that leader 

 still had the look of untamed strength. Jo, re- 

 joicing in a worthy foe, went bounding forth 

 to try the odds. The lasso was flung on the 

 ground and trailed to take out every kink, and 

 gathered as he rode into neatest coils across 

 his left palm. Then putting on the spur the 

 first time in that chase he rode straight for the 

 Stallion a quarter of a mile beyond. Away he 

 went, and away went Jo, each at his best, while 

 the fagged-out mares scattered right and left 

 and let them pass. Straight across the open 

 plain the fresh horse went at its hardest gallop, 

 and the Stallion, leading off, still kept his start 

 and kept his famous swing. 



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