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Occasionally a horse would get a bunch 
of cactus in his fetlock joint, and then he 
would turn up his heels to let the light¬ 
ning pick it out, regardless of his rider. 
Once or twice the peccaries were sighted 
as two faint gray streaks, just outlined 
against the dark green brush, into which 
they disappeared at once. Several times 
it looked as if we ought to overtake them 
in a minue or two, but that minute never 
came. Our Yaqui guide was valiantly to 
the front, making leaps over cactuses that 
