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ait until the mustangs were close upon them； and then yell and shout and show themselves。
He took me to a jutting corner of cliff； which hid us from the others； and here he exercised still more care in scrutinizing the lay of the ground。 A wash from ten to fifteen feet wide； and as deep； ran through the canyon in a somewhat meandering course。 At the corner which consumed so much of his attention； the dry ditch ran along the cliff wall about fifty feet out； between it and the wall was good level ground； on the other side huge rocks and shale made it hummocky； practically impassable for a horse。 It was plain the mustangs； on their way up； would choose the inside of the wash； and here in the middle of the passage； just round the jutting corner； Jones tied our horses to good； strong bushes。 His next act was significant。 He threw out his lasso and； dragging every crook out of it； carefully recoiled it； and hung it loose over the pommel of his saddle。
〃The White Mustang may be yours before dark；〃 he said with the smile that came so seldom。 〃Now I placed our horses there for two reasons。 The mustangs won't see them till they're right on them。 Then you'll see a sight and have a chance for a great picture。 They will halt； the stallion will prance； whistle and snort for a fight； and then they'll see the saddles and be off。 We'll hide across the wash； down a little way； and at the right time we'll shout and yell to drive them up。〃
By piling sagebrush round a stone； we made a hiding…place。 Jones was extremely cautious to arrange the bunches in natural positions。 〃A Rocky Mountain Big Horn is the only four…footed beast；〃 he said； 〃that has a better eye than a wild horse。 A cougar has an eye； too； he's used to lying high up on the cliffs and looking down for his quarry so as to stalk it at night； but even a cougar has to take second to a mustang when it comes to sight。〃
The hours passed slowly。 The sun baked us； the stones were too hot to touch； flies buzzed behind our ears； tarantulas peeped at us from holes。 The afternoon slowly waned。
At dark we returned to where we had left Wallace and the cowboys。 Frank had solved the problem of water supply； for he had found a little spring trickling from a cliff； which； by skillful management； produced enough drink for the horses。 We had packed our water for camp use。
〃You take the first watch to…night；〃 said Jones to me after supper。 〃The mustangs might try to slip by our fire in the night and we must keep a watch or them。 Call Wallace when your time's up。 Now； fellows； roll in。〃
When the pink of dawn was shading white； we were at our posts。 A long； hot dayinterminably long； deadening to the keenest interestpassed； and still no mustangs came。 We slept and watched again； in the grateful cool of night； till the third day broke。
The hours passed； the cool breeze changed to hot； the sun blazed over the canyon wall； the stones scorched； the flies buzzed。 I fell asleep in the scant shade of the sage bushes and awoke； stifled and moist。 The old plainsman； never weary； leaned with his back against a stone and watched； with narrow gaze； the canyon below。 The steely walls hurt my eyes； the sky was like hot copper。 Though nearly wild with heat and aching bones and muscles and the long hours of waitwaitwait； I was ashamed to complain； for there sat the old man； still and silent。 I routed out a hairy tarantula from under a stone and teased him into a frenzy with my stick； and tried to get up a fight between him and a scallop…backed horned…toad that blinked wonderingly at me。 Then I espied a green lizard on a stone。 The beautiful reptile was about a foot in length； bright green； dotted with red； and he had diamonds for eyes。 Nearby a purple flower blossomed； delicate and pale； with a bee sucking at its golden heart。 I observed then that the lizard had his jewel eyes upon the bee； he slipped to the edge of the stone； flicked out a long； red tongue； and tore the insect from its honeyed perch。 Here were beauty； life and death； and I had been weary for something to look at； to think about； to distract me from the wearisome wait！
〃Listen！〃 broke in Jones's sharp voice。 His neck was stretched； his eyes were closed； his ear was turned to the wind。
With thrilling； reawakened eagerness； I strained my hearing。 I caught a faint sound； then lost it。
〃Put your ear to the ground；〃 said Jones。 I followed his advice； and detected the rhythmic beat of galloping horses。
〃The mustangs are coming； sure as you're born！〃 exclaimed Jones。
〃There I see the cloud of dust！〃 cried he a minute later。
In the first bend of the canyon below； a splintered ruin of rock now lay under a rolling cloud of dust。 A white flash appeared； a line of bobbing black objects； and more dust； then with a sharp pounding of hoofs； into clear vision shot a dense black band of mustangs； and well in front swung the White King。
〃Look！ Look！ I never saw the beat of thatnever in my born days！〃 cried Jones。 〃How they move！ yet that white fellow isn't half…stretched out。 Get your picture before they pass。 You'll never see the beat of that。〃
With long manes and tails flying； the mustangs came on apace and passed us in a trampling roar； the white stallion in the front。 Suddenly a shrill； whistling blast； unlike any sound I had ever heard； made the canyon fairly ring。 The white stallion plunged back； and his band closed in behind him。 He had seen our saddle horses。 Then trembling； whinnying； and with arched neck and high… poised head； bespeaking his mettle； he advanced a few paces； and again whistled his shrill note of defiance。 Pure creamy white he was； and built like a racer。 He pranced； struck his hoofs hard and cavorted； then； taking sudden fright； he wheeled。
It was then； when the mustangs were pivoting； with the white in the lead； that Jones jumped upon the stone； fired his pistol and roared with all his strength。 Taking his cue； I did likewise。 The band huddled back again； uncertain and frightened； then broke up the canyon。
Jones jumped the ditch with surprising agility； and I followed close at his heels。 When we reached our plunging horses； he shouted： 〃Mount； and hold this passage。 Keep close in by that big stone at the turn so they can't run you down； or stampede you。 If they head your way； scare them back。〃
Satan quivered； and when I mounted； reared and plunged。 I had to hold him in hard； for he was eager to run。 At the cliff wall I was at some pains to check him。 He kept champing his bit and stamping his feet。
From my post I could see the mustangs flying before a cloud of dust。 Jones was turning in his horse behind a large rock in the middle of the canyon； where he evidently intended to hide。 Presently successive yells and shots from our comrades blended in a roar which the narrow box…canyon augmented and echoed from wall to wall。 High the White Mustang reared； and above the roar whistled his snort of furious terror。 His band wheeled with him and charged back； their hoofs ringing like hammers on iron。
The crafty old buffalo…hunter had hemmed the mustangs in a circle and had left himself free in the center。 It was a wily trick； born of his quick mind and experienced eye。
The stallion； closely crowded by his followers； moved swiftly I saw that he must pass near the stone。 Thundering； crashing； the horses came on。 Away beyond them I saw Frank and Wallace。 Then Jones yelled to me： 〃Open up！ open up！〃
I turned Satan into the middle of the narrow passage； screaming at the top of my voice and discharging my revolver rapidly。
But the wild horses thundered on。 Jones saw that they would not now be balked； and he spurred his bay directly in their path。 The big horse； courageous as his intrepid master； dove forward。
Then followed confusion for me。 The pound of hoofs； the snorts； a screaming neigh that was frightful； the mad stampede of the mustangs with a whirling cloud of dust； bewildered and frightened me so that I lost sight of Jones。 Danger threatened and passed me almost before I was aware of it。 Out of the dust a mass of tossing manes； foam…flecked black horses； wild eyes and lifting hoofs rushed at me。 Satan； with a presence of mind that shamed mine； leaped back and hugged the wall。 My eyes were blin