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From that moment their attitude toward Slone changed as subtly as had come the
knowledge of his feeling. The gravity and gloom left their faces. It seemed
they might have regretted what they had said about the futility of catching
Wildfire. They did not want Slone to see or feel the hopelessness of his task.
"I tell you, Lin," said Bill, "your hoss Nagger's as good as when we started."
"Aw, he's better," vouchsafed the other rider. "Nagger needed to lose some
weight. Lin, have you got an extra set of shoes for him?"
"No full set. Only three left," replied Lin, soberly.
"Wal, thet's enough. You can keep Nagger shod. An' MEBBE thet red stallion
will get sore feet an' go lame. Then you'd stand a chance."
"But Wildfire keeps travelin' the valleys--the soft ground," said Slone.
"No matter. He's leavin' the country, an' he's bound to strike sandstone
sooner or later. Then, by gosh! mebbe he'll wear off them hoofs."
"Say, can't he ring bells offen the rocks?" exclaimed Bill. "Oh, Lordy! what a
hoss!"
"Boys, do you think he's leavin' the country?" inquired Slone, anxiously.


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