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enced that nothing but a glimpse was ever obtained of him。 A singular fact was that he never attached any of his own species to his band； unless they were coal black。 He had been known to fight and kill other stallions； but he kept out of the well…wooded and watered country frequented by other bands； and ranged the brakes of the Siwash as far as he could range。 The usual method； indeed the only successful way to capture wild horses； was to build corrals round the waterholes。 The wranglers lay out night after night watching。 When the mustangs came to drinkwhich was always after darkthe gates would be closed on them。 But the trick had never even been tried on the White Mustang； for the simple reason that he never approached one of these traps。
〃Boys；〃 said Jones； 〃seeing we need breaking in； we'll give the White Mustang a little run。〃
This was most pleasurable news； for the wild horses fascinated me。 Besides； I saw from the expression on our leader's face that an uncapturable mustang was an object of interest for him
Wallace and I had employed the last few warm sunny afternoons in riding up and down the valley； below Oak； where there was a fine； level stretch。 Here I wore out my soreness of muscle； and gradually overcame my awkwardness in the saddle。 Frank's remedy of maple sugar and red pepper had rid me of my cold； and with the return of strength； and the coming of confidence； full； joyous appreciation of wild environment and life made me unspeakably happy。 And I noticed that my companions were in like condition of mind； though self…contained where I was exuberant。 Wallace galloped his sorrel and watched the crags； Jones talked more kindly to the dogs； Jim baked biscuits indefatigably； and smoked in contented silence； Frank said always： 〃We'll ooze along easy like； for we've all the time there is。〃 Which sentiment； whether from reiterated suggestion； or increasing confidence in the practical cowboy； or charm of its free import； gradually won us all。
〃Boys；〃 said Jones； as we sat round the campfire； 〃I see you're getting in shape。 Well； I've worn off the wire edge myself。 And I have the hounds coming fine。 They mind me now； but they're mystified。 For the life of them they can't understand what I mean。 I don't blame them。 Wait till； by good luck； we get a cougar in a tree。 When Sounder and Don see that； we've lion dogs； boys！ we've lion dogs！ But Moze is a stubborn brute。 In all my years of animal experience； I've never discovered any other way to make animals obey than by instilling fear and respect into their hearts。 I've been fond of buffalo； horses and dogs； but sentiment never ruled me。 When animals must obey； they mustthat's all； and no mawkishness！ But I never trusted a buffalo in my life。 If I had I wouldn't be here to…night。 You all know how many keepers of tame wild animals get killed。 I could tell you dozens of tragedies。 And I've often thought； since I got back from New York； of that woman I saw with her troop of African lions。 I dream about those lions； and see them leaping over her head。 What a grand sight that was！ But the public is fooled。 I read somewhere that she trained those lions by love。 I don't believe it。 I saw her use a whip and a steel spear。 Moreover； I saw many things that escaped most observershow she entered the cage； how she maneuvered among them； how she kept a compelling gaze on them！ It was an admirable； a great piece of work。 Maybe she loves those huge yellow brutes； but her life was in danger every moment while she was in that cage； and she knew it。 Some day； one of her pets likely the King of Beasts she pets the most will rise up and kill her。 That is as certain as death。〃
CHAPTER 6。 THE WHITE MUSTANG
For thirty miles down Nail Canyon we marked； in every dusty trail and sandy wash； the small； oval； sharply defined tracks of the White Mustang and his band。
The canyon had been well named。 It was long； straight and square sided； its bare walls glared steel…gray in the sun； smooth； glistening surfaces that had been polished by wind and water。 No weathered heaps of shale； no crumbled piles of stone obstructed its level floor。 And； softly toning its drab austerity； here grew the white sage； waving in the breeze； the Indian Paint Brush； with vivid vermilion flower； and patches of fresh； green grass。
〃The White King； as we Arizona wild…hoss wranglers calls this mustang； is mighty pertickler about his feed； an' he ranged along here last night； easy like； browsin' on this white sage；〃 said Stewart。 Inflected by our intense interest in the famous mustang； and ruffled slightly by Jones's manifest surprise and contempt that no one had captured him； Stewart had volunteered to guide us。 〃Never knowed him to run in this way fer water； fact is； never knowed Nail Canyon had a fork。 It splits down here； but you'd think it was only a crack in the wall。 An' thet cunnin' mustang hes been foolin' us fer years about this water…hole。〃
The fork of Nail Canyon； which Stewart had decided we were in； had been accidentally discovered by Frank； who； in search of our horses one morning had crossed a ridge； to come suddenly upon the blind； box…like head of the canyon。 Stewart knew the lay of the ridges and run of the canyons as well as any man could know a country where； seemingly； every rod was ridged and bisected； and he was of the opinion that we had stumbled upon one of the White Mustang's secret passages； by which he had so often eluded his pursuers。
Hard riding had been the order of the day； but still we covered ten more miles by sundown。 The canyon apparently closed in on us； so camp was made for the night。 The horses were staked out； and supper made ready while the shadows were dropping； and when darkness settled thick over us； we lay under our blankets。
Morning disclosed the White Mustang's secret passage。 It was a narrow cleft； splitting the canyon wall； rough； uneven； tortuous and choked with fallen rocksno more than a wonderful crack in solid stone； opening into another canyon。 Above us the sky seemed a winding； flowing stream of blue。 The walls were so close in places that a horse with pack would have been blocked； and a rider had to pull his legs up over the saddle。 On the far side； the passage fell very suddenly for several hundred feet to the floor of the other canyon。 No hunter could have seen it； or suspected it from that side。
〃This is Grand Canyon country； an' nobody knows what he's goin' to find；〃 was Frank's comment。
〃Now we're in Nail Canyon proper；〃 said Stewart； 〃An' I know my bearin's。 I can climb out a mile below an' cut across to Kanab Canyon； an' slip up into Nail Canyon agin； ahead of the mustangs； an' drive 'em up。 I can't miss 'em； fer Kanab Canyon is impassable down a little ways。 The mustangs will hev to run this way。 So all you need do is go below the break； where I climb out； an' wait。 You're sure goin' to get a look at the White Mustang。 But wait。 Don't expect him before noon； an' after thet； any time till he comes。 Mebbe it'll be a couple of days； so keep a good watch。〃
Then taking our man Lawson； with blankets and a knapsack of food； Stewart rode off down the canyon。
We were early on the march。 As we proceeded the canyon lost its regularity and smoothness； it became crooked as a rail fence； narrower； higher； rugged and broken。 Pinnacled cliffs； cracked and leaning； menaced us from above。 Mountains of ruined wall had tumbled into fragments。
It seemed that Jones； after much survey of different corners； angles and points in the canyon floor； chose his position with much greater care than appeared necessary for the ultimate success of our venturewhich was simply to see the White Mustang； and if good fortune attended us； to snap some photographs of this wild king of horses。 It flashed over me that； with his ruling passion strong within him； our leader was laying some kind of trap for that mustang； was indeed bent on his capture。
Wallace； Frank and Jim were stationed at a point below the break where Stewart had evidently gone up and out。 How a horse could have climbed that streaky white slide was a mystery。 Jones's instructions to the men were to wait until the mustangs were close upon them； and then yell and shout and show themselves。
He took