It did not take Slone long to decide to lead the horse and work up the
canyon past the campers. He must get ahead of them, and once there he
had no fear of them, either by night or day. He really had no hopes of
getting by undiscovered, and all he wished for was to get far enough so
that he could not be intercepted. The grazing horses would scent
Wildfire or he would scent them.
For a wonder Wildfire allowed himself to be led as well as if he had
been old, faithful Nagger. Slone could not keep close in to the wall
for very long, on account of the cedars, but he managed to stay in the
outer edge of shadow cast by the wall. Wildfire winded the horses,
halted, threw up his head. But for some reason beyond Slone the horse
did not snort or whistle. As he knew Wildfire he could have believed
him intelligent enough and hateful enough to betray his master.
It was one of the other horses that whistled an alarm. This came at a
point almost even with the camp-fire. Slone, holding Wildfire down, had
no time to get into a stirrup, but leaped to the saddle and let the
horse go. There were hoarse yells and then streaks of fire and shots.
Slone heard the whizz of heavy bullets, and he feared for Wildfire. But
the horse drew swiftly away into the darkness. Slone could not see
whether the ground was smooth or broken, and he left that to Wildfire.
Luck favored them, and presently Slone pulled him in to a safe gait,
and regretted only that he had not had a chance to take a shot at that
camp.
Slone walked the horse for an hour, and then decided that he could well
risk a halt for the night.
Before dawn he was up, warming his chilled body by violent movements,
and forcing himself to eat.
The rim of the west wall changed from gray to pink. A mocking-bird
burst into song. A coyote sneaked away from the light of day. Out in
the open Slone found the trail made by Creech's mustangs and by the
horse of Cordts's man. The latter could not be very far ahead. In less
than an hour Slone came to a clump of cedars where this man had camped.
An hour behind him!
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