. Wild animals I have known : and 200 drawings . not wished to turn therace, and the Stallion passed—dashed down,across and up the slope, with that unbrokenpace, the only one he knew. And Jo came bounding on his foamingsteed, and leaped on the waiting mount, thenurged him down the slope and up upon thetrack, and on the upland once more drove inthe spurs, and raced and raced, and raced, butnot a single inch he gained. Ga-lump, gal-honp, gal-ump with measuredbeat he went—an hour—an hour, and anotherhour—Arroyo Alamosa just ahead with freshrelays, and Jo yelled at his horse and pushedhim on and o
. Wild animals I have known : and 200 drawings . not wished to turn therace, and the Stallion passed—dashed down,across and up the slope, with that unbrokenpace, the only one he knew. And Jo came bounding on his foamingsteed, and leaped on the waiting mount, thenurged him down the slope and up upon thetrack, and on the upland once more drove inthe spurs, and raced and raced, and raced, butnot a single inch he gained. Ga-lump, gal-honp, gal-ump with measuredbeat he went—an hour—an hour, and anotherhour—Arroyo Alamosa just ahead with freshrelays, and Jo yelled at his horse and pushedhim on and on. Straight for the place theBlack One made, but on the last two milessome strange foreboding turned him to the left,and Jo foresaw escape in this, and pushedhis jaded mount at any cost to head him off,and hard as they had raced this was the hard-est race of all, with gasps for breath and leathersqueaks at every straining bound. Then cut-ting right across, Jo seemed to gain, and draw-ing his gun he fired shot after shot to toss the 257. The Pacing; Mustang dust, and so turned the Stallions head andforced him back to take the crossing to the right. Down they went. The Stallion crossed andJo sprang to the ground. His horse was done,for thirty miles had passed in the last stretch,and Jo himself was worn out. His eyes wereburnt with flying alkali dust. He was half blindso he motioned to his pard to go ahead andkeep him straight for Alamosa ford. Out shot the rider on a strong, fresh steed,and away they went—up and down on the roll-ing plain—the Black Horse flecked with snowyfoam. His heaving ribs and noisy breathshowed what he felt—but on and on he went. And Tom on Ginger seemed to gain, thenlose and lose, when in an hour the long declineof Alamosa came. And there a freshly mountedlad took up the chase and turned it west, andon they went past towns of prairie dogs,through soapweed tracts and cactus brakes byscores, and pricked and wrenched rode dust and sweat
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