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They rode on again for a space in silence. The foremost two rode downcast upon the trail, the hindmost man watched the haze that crept down the vastness of the valley, nearer and nearer, and noted how the wind grew in strength moment by moment. THEY RODE ON AGAIN FOR A SPACE IN SILENCE THE FOREMOST TWO RODE DOWNCAST UPON THE TRAIL THE HINDMOST MAN WATCHED THE HAZE THAT CREPT DOWN THE VASTNESS OF THE VALLEY NEARER AND NEARER AND NOTED HOW THE WIND GREW IN STRENGTH MOMENT BY MOMENT
to one man to say 'Come on!' with that stupendous violence of effect. Always, all his life, the man with the silver bridle has been saying that. If I said it—!” thought the little man. But people marvelled when the master was disobeyed even in the wildest things. This half-caste girl seemed to him, seemed to every one, mad—blasphemous almost. The little man, by way of comparison, reflected on the gaunt rider with the scarred lip, as stalwart as his master, as brave and, indeed, perhaps braver, and yet for him there was obedience, nothing but to give obedience duly and stoutly... Certain sensations of the hands and knees called the little man back to more immediate things. He became aware of something. He rode up beside his gaunt fellow. “Do you notice the horses?” he said in an undertone. The gaunt face looked interrogation. “They don't like this wind,” said the little man, and dropped behind as the man with the silver bridle turned upon him. “It's all right,” said the gaunt-faced man.  WHISPERED TO HIMSELF WHY SHOULD IT BE GIVEN TO ONE MAN TO SAY COME ON WITH THAT STUPENDOUS VIOLENCE OF EFFECT ALWAYS ALL HIS LIFE THE MAN WITH THE SILVER BRIDLE HAD BEEN SAYING THAT IF I SAID IT THOUGHT THE LITTLE MAN BUT PEOPLE MARVELLED WHEN THE MASTER WAS DISOBEYED EVEN IN THE WILDEST THINGS THIS HALF CASTE GIRL SEEMED TO HIM SEEMED TO EVERY ONE MAD BLASPHEMOUS ALMOST THE LITTLE MAN BY WAY OF COMPARISON REFLECTED ON THE GAUNT RIDER WITH A SCARRED LIP AS STALWART AS HIS MASTER AS BRAVE AND INDEED PERHAPS BRAVER AND YET FOR HIM THERE WAS OBEDIENCE NOTHING BUT TO GIVE OBEDIENCE DULY AND STOUTLY CERTAIN SENSATIONS OF THE HANDS AND KNEES CALLED THE LITTLE MAN BACK TO MORE IMMEDIATE THINGS HE BECAME AWARE OF SOMETHING HE RODE UP BESIDE HIS GAUNT FELLOW DO YOU NOTICE THE HORSES HE SAID IN AN UNDERTONE THE GAUNT FACE LOOKED INTERROGATION THEY DON'T LIKE THIS WIND SAID THE LITTLE MAN AND DROPPED BEHIND AS THE MAN WITH THE SILVER BRIDLE TURNED UPON HIM IT'S ALL RIGHT SAID THE GAUNT FACED MAN
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