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After a time it came to the little man on the white horse that the world was very still. He started out of his dream. Besides the little noises of their horses and equipment, the whole great valley kept the brooding quiet of a painted scene. AFTER A TIME IT CAME TO THE LITTLE MAN ON THE WHITE HORSE THAT THE WORLD WAS VERY STILL HE STARTED OUT OF HIS DREAM BESIDES THE LITTLE NOISES OF THEIR HORSES AND EQUIPMENT THE WHOLE GREAT VALLEY KEPT THE BROODING QUIET OF A PAINTED SCENE
rds the trail.... They rode cautiously down the long slope before them, and so came through a waste of prickly, twisted bushes and strange dry shapes of horny branches that grew amongst the rocks, into the levels below. And there the trail grew faint, for the soil was scanty, and the only herbage was this scorched dead straw that lay upon the ground. Still, by hard scanning, by leaning beside the horses' necks and pausing ever and again, even these white men could contrive to follow after their prey. There were trodden places, bent and broken blades of the coarse grass, and ever and again the sufficient intimation of a footmark. And once the leader saw a brown smear of blood where the half-caste girl may have trod. And at that under his breath he cursed her for a fool. The gaunt man checked his leader's tracking, and the little man on the white horse rode behind, a man lost in a dream. They rode one after another, the man with the silver bridle led the way, and they spoke never a word. S AS THEY TURNED BACK TOWARDS THE TRAIL THEY RODE CAUTIOUSLY DOWN THE LONG SLOPE BEFORE THEM AND SO CAME THROUGH A WASTE OF PRICKLY TWISTED BUSHES AND STRANGE DRY SHAPES OF HORNY BRANCHES THAT GREW AMONGST THE ROCKS INTO THE LEVELS BELOW AND THERE THE TRAIL GREW FAINT FOR THE SOIL WAS SCANTY AND THE ONLY HERBAGE WAS THIS SCORCHED DEAD STRAW THAT LAY UPON THE GROUND STILL BY HARD SCANNING BY LEANING BESIDE THE HORSES NECKS AND PAUSING EVER AND AGAIN EVEN THESE WHITE MEN COULD CONTRIVE TO FOLLOW AFTER THEIR PREY THERE WERE TRODDEN PLACES BENT AND BROKEN BLADES OF THE COARSE GRASS AND EVER AND AGAIN THE SUFFICIENT IMITATION OF A FOOTMARK AND ONCE THE LEADER SAW A BROWN SMEAR OF BLOOD WHERE THE HALF CASTE GIRL MAY HAVE TROD AND THAT THAT UNDER HIS BREATH HE CURSED HER FOR A FOOL THE GAUNT MAN CHECKED HIS LEADER'S TRACKING AND THE LITTLE MAN ON THE WHITE HORSE RODE BEHIND A MAN LOST IN A DREAM THEY RODE ONE AFTER ANOTHER THE MAN WITH THE SILVER BRIDLE LED THE WAY AND THEY SPOKE NEVER A WORD
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