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Chapter 18

           Zebdidnotdeigntoofferanyexcusinghimselfbyabackwardsweepofthehand,whichseemedtosay,"Donotbothermenow:Iambusy."

           Foratimeheappearedabsorbedintakingupthetrailoftheshodhorsesnotsoeasilydone,asitwasinplacesentirelyobliteratedbythethicktramplingofthestallions.Hesucceededinmakingitoutbypiecemealstillgoingonatatrot.

           Itwasnottillhehadarrivedwithinahundredyardsofthearroyothattheseriousshadowdisappearedfromhisface;and,checkingthepaceofhismare,hevouchsafedtheexplanationoncemoredemandedfromhim.

           "Oh!thatwasthedanger,"saidCalhoun,onhearingtheexplanation."Howdoyouknowtheyhaveescapedit?"

           "Lookthur!"

           "Adeadhorse!Freshlykilled,heappears?Whatdoesthatprove?"

           "Thatthemowstangerheskilledhim."

           "Itfrightenedtheothersoff,youthink,andtheyfollowednofurther?"

           "Theyfollerednofurther;butitwa’n’tadzacklythetasscared’emoff.Thur’sthethingaskepthemfromfollerin’.OleHickory,whatajump!"

           Thespeakerpointedtothearroyo,ontheedgeofwhichbothridershadnowarrived.

           "Youdon’tsupposetheyleapedit?"saidCalhoun."Impossible."

           "Leapeditclurasthecracko’arifle.Don’tyeseethurtoe-marks,bothonthissideanthet’other?An’MissPeintdexterfust,too!Bythejumpin’Geehosofat,whatagurlsheairsureenuf!Theymustbothajumpedaforethestellyunwarshot;elsetheykedn’tagotatit.Thur’snootherplacewharahosskedgoover.

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