The Pacing Mustang 



didn't bore his hellish carcass through when I 

 had the chance," said Jo, and gave it up. 



Old Turkeytrack was cook on this trip. He 

 had watched the chase with as much interest as 

 anyone, and when it failed he grinned into the 

 pot and said: "That mustang's mine unless 

 I'm a darned fool." Then falling back on 

 Scripture for a precedent, as was his habit, he 

 still addressed the pot : 



" Reckon the Philistines tried to run Samson 

 down and they got done up, an' would a stayed 

 done ony for a nat'ral weakness on his part. 

 An' Adam would a loafed in Eden yit ony 

 for a leetle failing which we all onderstand. 

 An' it aint $5000 I'll take for him nuther." 



Much persecution had made the Pacer wilder 

 than ever. But it did not drive him away from 

 Antelope Springs. That was the only drinking- 

 place with absolutely no shelter for a mile on 

 every side to hide an enemy. Here he came 



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