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ted and tied their mustangs to a tree. Then, with guns ready for use, they crept off in a semicircle, coming up to within sixty yards of the turkeys before they were discovered. "Fire!" cried Stover, and bang! bang! went the two guns, one directly after the other. They had loaded with large shot, and five turkeys fell, two killed outright and the others badly wounded. Rushing in, Stover quickly caught the wounded ones and wrung their necks. [Illustration: "'THAT'S WHAT I CALL A PRETTY GOOD HAUL!' CRIED DAN, ENTHUSIASTICALLY."] "That's what I call a pretty good haul," cried Dan, enthusiastically. "It's not bad, lad, although I've seen better. I wish I could have gotten a second shot at 'em. We might have----" The old frontiersman broke off short. "What's that?" "It's a horse's hoofs on the trail," answered Dan. "Somebody is coming this way." He ran out of the bushes into which the wild turkeys had fallen, and gazed along the road. Just above was a curve, and around this came sweeping something which caused his heart to bound with delight. It was the white mustang. "By hookey!" came from Poke Stover. "It's him, eh, Dan?" "Yes. Oh, if only I had my lasso!" For that article was attached to the saddle of the mustang in the timber. Dan was on the point of crossing the trail when Stover caught him by the arm. "Don't scare the pony----" began the frontiersman, but he was too late. The white mustang had caught sight of Dan and he came to a halt instantly. Then he reared and plunged and swept by, and the last they saw of him, he was running toward San Antonio at the top of his speed. "We've seen him,--and that's all the good it will do us," remarked Poke Stover, as Dan gazed blankly up the road, and then at his companion. "Can't we catch him, Poke? Oh, we must!" "Might as well try to catch a streak o' greased lightning, lad." "I don't know about that. He looked tired, as if he had been running a long while." "You are sure on that? I didn't git no fair view of the critter." "Yes, he was covered with sweat. Perhaps somebody else has been following him." "Well, it won't do no harm to go after him,--seein' as how he is steerin' in our direction," said the old frontiersman, and, picking up the dead turkeys, they ran for their mustangs and leaped into the saddles. Several miles were covered, and they were on the point of giving up the chase when they encountered a settler with his prairie schoone
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