LITMIR.BIZ

      For another mile the chase continued, without much change. The mares still swept on in full flight, though no longer screaming or in fear. The mustang still uttered an occasional neigh, which its old associates seemed not to notice; while its rider held her seat in the saddle unshaken, and without any apparent alarm.

      The blood bay appeared more excited, though not so much as his master; who was beginning to show signs either of despondency or chagrin.

      “Come, Castro!” he exclaimed, with a certain spitefulness of tone. “What the deuce is the matter with your heels — to-day of all others? Remember, you overtook her before — though not so easily, I admit. But now she’s weighted. Look yonder, you dull brute! Weighted with that which is worth more than gold — worth every drop of your blood, and mine too. The yegua pinta seems to have improved her paces. Is it from training; or does a horse run faster when ridden?

      “What if I lose sight of her? In truth, it begins to look queer! It would be an awkward situation for the young lady. Worse than that — there’s danger in it — real danger. If I should lose sight of her, she’d be in trouble to a certainty!”

      Thus muttering, Maurice rode on: his eyes now fixed upon the form still flitting away before him; at intervals interrogating, with uneasy glances, the space that separated him from it.

      Up to this time he had not thought of hailing the rider of the runaway.

      His shouts might have been heard; but no words of warning, or instruction. He had refrained: partly on this account; partly because he was in momentary expectation of overtaking her; and partly because he knew that acts, not words, were wanted to bring the mustang to a stand.

      All along he had been flattering himself that he would soon be near enough to fling his lazo over the creature’s neck, and control it at discretion. He was gradually becoming relieved of this hallucination.

      The chase now entered among copses that thickly studded the plain, fast closing into a continuous chapparal. This was a new source of uneasiness to the pursuer. The runaway might take to the thicket, or become lost to his view amid the windings of the wood.

      The wild mares were already invisible — at intervals. They would soon be out of sight altogether. There seemed no chance of their old associate overtaking them.

      “What mattered that? A lady lost on a prairie, or in a chapparal — alone, or in the midst of a manada — either contingency pointed to certain danger.”

      A still more startling peril suggested itself to the mind of the mustanger — so startling as to find expression in excited speech.

      “By heavens!” he ejaculated, his brow becoming more clouded than it had been from his first entering upon the chase. “If the stallions should chance this way! ’Tis their favourite stamping ground among these mottos. They were here but a week ago; and this — yes — ’tis the month of their madness!”

      The spur of the mustanger again drew blood, till its rowels were red; and Castro, galloping at his utmost speed, glanced back upbraidingly over his shoulder.

      At this crisis the manada disappeared from, the sight both of the blood-bay and his master; and most probably at the same time from that of the spotted mustang and its rider. There was nothing mysterious in it. The mares had entered between the closing of two copses, where the shrubbery hid them from view.

      The effect produced upon the runaway appeared to proceed from some magical influence. As if their disappearance was a signal for discontinuing the chase, it suddenly slackened pace; and the instant after came to a standstill!

      Maurice, continuing his gallop, came up with it in the middle of a meadow-like glade — standing motionless as marble — its rider, reins in hand, sitting silent in the saddle, in an attitude of easy elegance, as if waiting for him to ride up!

      “Miss Poindexter!” he gasped out, as he spurred his steed within speaking distance: “I am glad that you have recovered command of that wild creature. I was beginning to be alarmed about — ”

      “About what, sir?” was the question that startled the mustanger.

      “Your safety — of course,” he replied, somewhat stammeringly. “Oh, thank you, Mr Gerald; but I was not aware of having been in any danger. Was I really so?”

      “Any danger!” echoed the Irishman, with increased astonishment. “On the back of a runaway mustang — in the middle of a pathless prairie!”

      “And what of that? The thing couldn’t throw me. I’m too clever in the saddle, sir.”

      “I know it, madame; but that accomplishment would have availed you very little had you lost yourself, a thing you were like enough to have done among these chapparal copses, where the oldest Texan can scarce find his way.”

      “Oh — lost myself! That was the danger to be dreaded?”

      “There are others, besides. Suppose you had fallen in with — ”

      “Indians!” interrupted the lady, without waiting for the mustanger to finish his hypothetical speech. “And if I had, what would it have mattered? Are not the Comanches en paz at present? Surely they wouldn’t have molested me, gallant fellows as they are? So the major told us, as we came along. ’Pon my word, sir, I should seek, rather than shun, such an encounter. I wish to see the noble savage on his native prairie, and on horseback; not, as I’ve hitherto beheld him, reeling around the settlements in a state of debasement from too freely partaking of our fire-water.”

      “I admire your courage, miss; but if I had the honour of being one of your friends, I should take the liberty of counselling a little caution. The ‘noble savage’ you speak of, is not always sober upon the prairies; and perhaps not so very gallant as you’ve been led to believe. If you had met him — ”

      “If I had met him, and he had attempted to misbehave himself, I would have given him the go-by, and ridden, straight back to my friends. On such a swift creature as this, he must have been well mounted to have overtaken me. You found some difficulty — did you not?”

      The eyes of the young Irishman, already showing astonishment, became expanded to increased dimensions — surprise and incredulity being equally blended in their glance.

      “But,” said he, after a speechless pause, “you don’t mean to say that you could have controlled — that the mustang was not running away with you? Am I to understand — ”

      “No — no — no!” hastily rejoined the fair equestrian, showing some slight embarrassment. “The mare certainly made off with me — that is, at the first — but I — I found, that is — at the last — I found I could easily pull her up. In fact I did so: you saw it?”

      “And could you have done it sooner?”

      A strange thought had suggested the interrogatory; and with more than ordinary interest the questioner awaited the reply.

      “Perhaps — perhaps — I might; no doubt, if I had dragged a little harder upon the rein. But you see,

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