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           Geeroozalem!wa’n’titcunnin’o’themowstangertothrowthestudinhistracks,jestintheverygap?"

           "Youthinkthatheandmycousincrossedheretogether?"

           "Notadzacklythegither,"explainedZeb,withoutsuspectingthemotiveoftheinterrogatory."AsI’vesayed,Spottywentfust.Youseethecritter’stracksyonneront’otherside?"

           "Ido."

           "Wal—don’tyeseetheyairkiveredwi’themo’themowstanger’shoss?"

           "True—true."

           "Asforthestellyuns,theyhain’tgotover—ne’eraoneo’thehulcavayurd.Ikinseehowithezbeen.Theyoungfellurpulledupont’otherside,ansentabulletbackinterthisbrute’skarkidge.’Twarjestlikeclosin’thegapahinthim;anthepursooers,seein’itshet,guvupthechase,anscamperedoffinadifferentdireckshun.Thur’sthewaytheyhevgone—upthesideo’thegully!"

           "Theymayhavecrossedatsomeotherplace,andcontinuedthepursuit?"

           "Iftheydud,they’dhevtenmiletogo,aforetheykedgitbackhyur—fiveup,anfivebackagin.Notabito’that,MisterCalhoun.Toneedn’tbeuneezy’boutMissLewazebein’pursooedbythemanyfurther.Arterthejump,she’srudoffalongwi’themowstanger—bothon’emasquietasakuppleo’lambs.Thurwa’n’tnodangerthen;anbythistime,theyoughterbedog-gonedwellontorstrejoinin’thepeopleasstayedbythepurvisionwaggon."

           "Comeon!"criedCalhoun,exhibitingasmuchimpatienceaswhenhebelievedhiscousintobeinseriousperil.