The Pacing Mustang 



ways take, Bates and Smith quit their holes and 

 ran swiftly toward the trail behind him, and 

 when he raised his proud head Smith sent a 

 revolver-shot into the ground behind him. 



Away went the Pacer at his famous gait 

 straight to the trap. Another second and he 

 would be into it. Already he is on the trail, 

 and already they feel they have him, but the 

 Angel of the wild things is with him, that in- 

 comprehensible warning comes, and with one 

 mighty bound he clears the fifteen feet of 

 treacherous ground and spurns the earth as he 

 fades away unharmed, never again to visit An- 

 telope Springs by either of the beaten paths. 



V 



Wild Jo never lacked energy. He meant 

 to catch that Mustang, and when he learned 

 that others were bestirring themselves for the 

 same purpose he at once set about trying the 

 best untried plan he knew — the plan by which 

 the coyote catches the fleeter jackrabbit, and 

 the mounted Indian the far swifter antelope — 

 the old plan of the relay chase. 



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