"Humph! That nag may be miles an' miles away from this deestrict."
"That is true. But yesterday, when I rode up to the edge of this timber, I caught sight of some thing that looked very much like the white mustang."
"You did! Then why didn't you say so afore?"
"I didn't want to worry father. I thought I would tell you,—when we got out,—and I've done it," added Dan.
"Where did ye spot the critter?"
"Right over to the left, near that fallen pine. But I'm not sure it was the white mustang. But it was some creature in white."
"If it wasn't the mustang, it couldn't be any thing else. There are no other white critters here,-'ceptin' it might be a silver deer, and they are as scarce as snowstorms in July."
They were now in the timber, and moving along at a steady gait. On all sides the ground was as hard as a rock, and the keen air was bracing to the last degree. A stiff breeze was blowing, swaying the branches overhead, and occasionally bringing down a belated nut on their heads.
By noon they calculated that they had covered eighteen miles, which was not bad, considering the nature of the ground they had traversed. With the rising of the sun it grew warmer, and, seeking a sheltered spot, they dismounted and partook of
