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The
peril
was
passed
.
No
longer
in
dread
of
any
danger
,
the
young
Creole
looked
interrogatively
around
her
.
There
was
a
small
lake
--
in
Texan
phraseology
a
"
pond
"
--
with
countless
horse-tracks
visible
along
its
shores
,
proving
that
the
place
was
frequented
by
wild
horses
--
their
excessive
number
showing
it
to
be
a
favourite
watering
place
.
There
was
a
high
rail
fence
--
constructed
so
as
to
enclose
the
pond
,
and
a
portion
of
the
contiguous
prairie
,
with
two
diverging
wings
,
carried
far
across
the
plain
,
forming
a
funnel-shaped
approach
to
a
gap
;
which
,
when
its
bars
were
up
,
completed
an
enclosure
that
no
horse
could
either
enter
or
escape
from
.
"
What
is
it
for
?
"
inquired
the
lady
,
indicating
the
construction
of
split
rails
.
"
A
mustang
trap
,
"
said
Maurice
.
"
A
mustang
trap
?
"
"
A
contrivance
for
catching
wild
horses
.
They
stray
between
the
wings
;
which
,
as
you
perceive
,
are
carried
far
out
upon
the
plain
.
The
water
attracts
them
;
or
they
are
driven
towards
it
by
a
band
of
mustangers
who
follow
,
and
force
them
on
through
the
gap
.
Once
within
the
corral
,
there
is
no
trouble
in
taking
them
.
They
are
then
lazoed
at
leisure
.
"
"
Poor
things
!
Is
it
yours
?
You
are
a
mustanger
?
You
told
us
so
?
"
"
I
am
;
but
I
do
not
hunt
the
wild
horse
in
this
way
.
I
prefer
being
alone
,
and
rarely
consort
with
men
of
my
calling
.
Therefore
I
could
not
make
use
of
this
contrivance
,
which
requires
at
least
a
score
of
drivers
.
My
weapon
,
if
I
may
dignify
it
by
the
name
,
is
this
--
the
lazo
.
"
"
You
use
it
with
great
skill
?
I
've
heard
that
you
do
;
besides
having
myself
witnessed
the
proof
.
"
