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Chapter 14

           Bythistimethewildmaresappearedcomingoverthecrestoftheridgeuponwhichthevidettehadbeenstationed.He,himselfahorse-catcherbytrade,wasalreadymounted,andintheirmidstendeavouringtoflinghislazooveroneoftheherd.Theyweregoingatmadgallop,asiffleeingfromapursuersomedreadedcreaturethatwascausingthemto"whigher"andsnort!Withtheireyesstrainedtotherear,theysawneitherthesumpterwaggon,northeequestriansclusteringaroundit,butwerecontinuingonwardtothespot;whichchancedtoliedirectlyinthelineoftheirflight.

           "Theyarechased!"remarkedMaurice,observingtheexcitedactionoftheanimals.

           "Whatisit,Crespino?"hecriedouttotheMexican,who,fromhisposition,musthaveseenanypursuerthatmightbeafterthem.

           Therewasamomentarypause,asthepartyawaitedtheresponse.Inthecrowdwerecountenancesthatbetrayeduneasiness,someevenalarm.ItmightbeIndianswhowereinpursuitofthemustangs!

           "Unasinocimmaron!"wasthephrasethatcamefromthemouthoftheMexican,thoughbynomeansterminatingthesuspenseofthepicknickers."Unmacho!"headded.

           "Oh!That’sit!Ithoughtitwas!"mutteredMaurice."Therascalmustbestopped,orhe’llspoiloursport.Solongashe’safterthem,they’llnotmakehaltthissidetheskyline.Isthemachocomingon?"

           "Closeathand,DonMauricio.Makingstraightformyself."

           "Flingyourropeoverhim,ifyoucan.Ifnot,cripplehimwithashotanythingtoputanendtohiscapers."

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