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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... 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
coming before the wind, tongue out, at a steady pace, and running with such an intensity of purpose that he did not seem to see the horsemen he approached. He ran with his nose up, following, it was plain, neither scent nor quarry. As he drew nearer the little man felt for his sword. “He's mad,” said the gaunt rider. “Shout!” said the little man, and shouted. The dog came on. Then when the little man's blade was already out, it swerved aside and went panting by them and past. The eyes of the little man followed its flight. “There was no foam,” he said. For a space the man with the silver-studded bridle stared up the valley. “Oh, come on!” he cried at last. “What does it matter?” and jerked his horse into movement again. The little man left the insoluble mystery of a dog that fled from nothing but the wind, and lapsed into profound musings on human character. “Come on!” he whispered to himself. “Why should it be given to one man to say 'Come on!' with that stupendous violence of effect. RING DOWN UPON THEM IT WAS A BIG WILD DOG COMING BEFORE THE WIND TONGUE OUT AT A STEADY PACE AND RUNNING WITH SUCH AN INTENSITY OF PURPOSE THAT HE DID NOT SEEM TO SEE THE HORSEMAN HE APPROACHED HE RAN WITH HIS NOSE UP FOLLOWING IT WAS PLAIN NEITHER SCENT NOR QUARRY AS HE DREW NEARER THE LITTLE MAN FELT FOR HIS SWORD HE'S MAD SAID THE GAUNT RIDER SHOUT SAID THE LITTLE MAN AND SHOUTED THE DOG CAME ON THEN WHEN THE LITTLE MAN'S BLADE WAS ALREADY OUT IT SWERVED ASIDE AND WENT PANTING BY THEM AND PASSED THE EYES OF THE LITTLE MAN FOLLOWED ITS FLIGHT THERE WAS NO FOAM HE SAID FOR A SPACE THE MAN WITH THE SILVER STUDDED BRIDLE STARED UP AT THE VALLEY OH COME ON HE CRIED AT LAST WHAT DOES IT MATTER AND JERKED HIS HORSE INTO MOVEMENT AGAIN THE LITTLE MAN LEFT THE INSOLUBLE MYSTERY OF A DOG THAT FLED FROM NOTHING BUT THE WIND AND LAPSED INTO PROFOUND MUSINGS ON HUMAN CHARACTER COME ON HE WHISPERED TO HIMSELF WHY SHOULD IT BE GIVEN TO ONE MAN TO SAY COME ON WITH THAT STUPENDOUS VIOLENCE OF EFFECT
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