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whirling and interlaced, a grim, struggling mass in death-grips. It swept close--crashed over him, struck him full. He felt the impact--then another. The ground rose and struck him. And now there fell upon him a great and wonderful peace--and a blank--then a voice, a familiar voice, and he drifted into unconsciousness. He was wakened by a fiery liquid in his throat. He slowly opened his eyes. He saw men and horses, many of them, standing or reclining in small groups. He saw them between the legs of a group immediately around him--men gazing down at him pitifully. As he lay thus dazed he heard the familiar voice again. It was sounding his name. He struggled to his feet. Steadying himself against his dizziness, he looked curiously at the young man standing before him. And suddenly he recognized him. This was his young master with the white around his arm and neck--the young man who had ridden him into the Mexican settlement, and who had been so good to him there, giving him generous quantities of alfalfa. He--But the voice was sounding again. "You poor dumb brute!" said Stephen, quietly; and Pat liked the petting he received. "You've just come through hell! But--but if they get you again--anywhere, friend of mine--they'll wade through hell themselves to do it." He was silent. "Pat, old boy," he concluded, finally, "you're going back home! I--I'm through!" A strange thing took place in Pat. Hearing this voice now, and seeing the owner of it, though he had seen him and heard his voice many times just before this last heartbreaking task under a strange master, he suddenly found himself thinking of the little ranch beside the river, and of his loving mistress, and also the cold and cruel Mexican hostler. And, thinking of them, he found himself thinking also of another, one who had accompanied him and his mistress on many delightful trips in the valley and up on the mesa in the shadow of the mountains. And now, thinking of this person, he somehow recognized this young man before him fully, and wondered why this had not come to him before. For this was the same young man--curiously pale, curiously drawn and haggard--but yet the same man. Understanding, understanding everything, he nickered softly and pressed close, mindful of yet another thing--something that had helped to make his life on the little ranch so pleasant and unforgettable. What he was mindful of, and what he now sought, was sugar and quartered apples.
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