Nagger seemed of several colors, though black predominated. His coat
was shaggy, almost woolly, like that of a sheep. He was huge, raw-boned,
knotty, long of body and long of leg, with the head of a war charger. His
build did not suggest speed. There appeared to be something slow and ponderous
about him, similar to an elephant, with the same suggestion of power and
endurance. Slone discarded the pack-saddle and bags. The latter were almost
empty. He roped the tarpaulin on the back of the mustang, and, making a small
bundle of his few supplies, he tied that to the tarpaulin. His blanket he used
for a saddle-blanket on Nagger. Of the utensils left by the Stewarts he chose
a couple of small iron pans, with long handles. The rest he left. In his
saddle-bags he had a few extra horseshoes, some nails, bullets for his
rifle, and a knife with a heavy blade.
"Not a rich outfit for a far country," he mused. Slone did not talk very much,
and when he did he addressed Nagger and himself simultaneously. Evidently he
expected a long chase, one from which he would not return, and light as his
outfit was it would grow too heavy.
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