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Only his lips kept moving as if talking to his horse, so close that Travis heard him: "It's God's way, Ben Butler, God's way faith, the lines of faith 'He leadeth me He leadeth me'!" Up up came the pacer fearless with frictionless gait, pacing like a wild mustang-king of the desert, gleaming in sweat, white covered with dust, rolling like a cloud of fire.
Next day the mustangs walked with heads held low, and in spite of the efforts of the Black Pacer at times they were less than a hundred yards ahead of their pursuer. The fourth and fifth days passed the same way, and now the herd was nearly back to Antelope Springs. So far all had come out as expected. The chase had been in a great circle with the wagon following a lesser circle.
The judge hung out: 3rd Heat: Lizzette, 1st; Ben Butler, 2nd; Trumps distanced. Time, 2:20. Lizzette had won, but the crowd had begun to see. "The old pacer the old pacer!" they yelled. Travis bit his lip "what did it all mean? He had won the heat. Trumps was shut out, and there they were yelling for the old pacer!" The Bishop was pale to the roots of his hair when he got out of the sulky.
Within thirty minutes he was again scorching the Pacer's trail. Far in the west the Carlos Hills were seen, and there Jo knew fresh men and mounts were waiting, and that way the indomitable rider tried to turn, the race, but by a sudden whim, of the inner warning born perhaps the Pacer turned.
Feb. 7. Brite and fair. Beany woodent speek to me today. all rite Beany you jest wait and see. Feb. 8. Brite and fair. it was buly snowballing. we was pluging stewdcats today and Pacer Gooch came along. so we got behind trees and Pewt peeked jest in time to get one rite in the eye. he had aught to know beter than peek out when Pacer is pluging snowballs.
He looked directly ahead, but saw no hackmatack within a reasonable extension of his twenty paces to account for the longer strides the original pacer may have taken. Much discouraged, he was about to return again to the rock when suddenly his eye fell upon a small and scarcely noticeable hackmatack six paces to the right of his north line and a little beyond him.
They thundered along, Travis whipping his mare at every stride. She stood it like the standard-bred she was, and never winced, then she forged ahead farther, and farther, and held the old pacer anchored at her wheels, and the wire not fifty feet away!
They tried to rub their heads against him, and I saw plainly that they loved him. "Steady there, Cleve and Pacer," he said; "now back, back up." By this time, Mrs. Wood, Miss Laura and I were in the wagon. Then Mr. Wood jumped in, took up the reins, and off we went. How the two black horses did spin along! I sat on the seat beside Mr.
"'Signore, sono in cantata di vi Vader in bona salute'." "I thank you, mademoiselle; but to translate 'I am enchanted', you must say 'ho pacer', and for to see you, you must say 'di vedervi'." "I thought, sir, that the 'vi' was to be placed before." "No, mademoiselle, we always put it behind."
"I am not particularly brave," she returned, "and the experiment would produce more pain than pleasure." "Pain! nothing of the kind. I have a capital lady's horse, steady as a rock, splendid pacer, temper of an angel. He is quite at your service. Let me telegraph for him, and begin your lessons the day after to-morrow."
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