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Before we had reached the outskirts of pines, I observed that the piece of lasso around Spitfire's nose had worked loose. Just as I was about to make this known to Jones, the lion opened a corner of his mouth and fastened his teeth in the Navajo's overalls. He did not catch the flesh, for when Navvy turned around he wore only an expression of curiosity.

"No never tie her break her heart if I did. Todd, hang up this coat and hat in the hall before you go." "That's what you said of that horse you bought of Hampson ran away, didn't he?" persisted his host, his eyes on the mare, which had now become quiet. "Yes, and broke his leg. But Spitfire's all right she'll stand. Where will I sit here?

Here was where he had stopped with Kate when her stirrup broke; near the branches of that oak close to the ditch marking the triangle of cross-roads he had saved his own and Spitfire's neck by a clear jump that had been the talk of the neighborhood for days.

What an active part I would take in debating societies! Vain dream! My hideous Pocahontas marched stolidly on, dragging me like a frightened calf, at the rope's end. My throat was dry as ashes. I guess the redskins suffered for want of water, too. We came to a little brackish stream after sunset, and here they camped. They had taken from me Miss Spitfire's revolver, or I should have shot myself.

Another minute and I would have been right up chose to him close enough for him to see me, perhaps. But I hardly think he has heard me, so I'll keep right on." He set out again, keeping his horse at a walk. Suddenly the hoofbeats ahead ceased. Wild let the horse walk right on, for the sounds that came from Spitfire's hoofs could hardly be heard, the ground being very soft just there.

I had a struggle with him. It could hardly have lasted a minute, but it seemed a long time. There did not seem any chance for either of us; all I could think of was that I was riding Spitfire's son and that he was going to kill me, and that, maybe, it was a sort of reparation I had to make. Besides, I should be free of Baker and his threats, and he could never harm you through me.

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