ed, in tones which percolated through a huge stop-gap of
bread:

"Wall, I seen that thar Pacer to-day, nigh enough to put a plait in his
tail."

"What, you didn't shoot?"

"No, but I come mighty near it."

"Don't you be led into no sich foolishness," said a 'double-bar H'
cow-puncher at the other end of the table. "I calc'late that maverick
'ill carry my brand before the moon changes."

"You'll have to be pretty spry or you'll find a 'triangle dot' on his
weather side when you get there."

"Where did you run across him?"

"Wail, it was like this; I was riding the flat by Antelope Springs and
I sees a lump on the dry mud inside the rush belt. I knowed I never seen
that before, so I rides up, thinking it might be some of our stock, an'
seen it was a horse lying plumb flat. The wind was blowing like--from
him to me, so I rides up close and seen it was the Pacer, dead as a
mackerel. Still, he didn't look swelled or cut, and there wa'n't no
smell, an' I didn't know what to think till I seen his ear twitch off a
fly and then I knowed he was sleeping. I gits down me rope and coils it,
and seen it was old and pretty shaky in spots, and me saddle a single
cinch, an' me pony about 700 again a 1,200 lbs. stallion, an' I sez to
meself, sez I: 'Tain't no use, I'll only break me cinch and git throwed
an' lose me saddle.' So I hits the saddle-horn a crack with the hondu,
and I wish't you'd a seen that mustang. He lept six foot in the air an'
snorted like he was shunting cars. His eyes fairly bugged out an' he
lighted out lickety split for California, and he orter be there about
now if he kep' on like he started--and I swear he never made a break the
hull trip."

The story was not quite so consecutive as given here. It was much
punctuated by present engrossments, and from first to last was more or
less infiltrated through the necessaries of life, for Bill was a healthy
young man without a trace of false shame. But the account was complete
and everyone believed it, for Billy was known to be reliable. Of all
those who heard, old Turkeytrack talked the least and probably thought
the most, for it gave him a new idea.

During his after-dinner pipe he studied it out and deciding that he
could not go it alone, he took Horseshoe Billy into his council and the
result was a partnership in a new venture to capture the Pacer; that is,
the $5,000 that was now said to be the offer for him safe in a box-car.

Antelope Springs was still t