the long throw than that Nobs would fall down in his part if I gave

him the chance.

Having come to a decision, I had to creep back to Nobs and get him,

and then with him at my heels return to a large bush near the four

horses. Here we could see directly through the bush, and pointing

the animals out to Nobs I whispered: "Fetch 'em, boy!"

In an instant he was gone, circling wide toward the rear of the

quarry. They caught sight of him almost immediately and broke

into a trot away from him; but when they saw that he was apparently

giving them a wide berth they stopped again, though they stood

watching him, with high-held heads and quivering nostrils. It was

a beautiful sight. And then Nobs turned in behind them and trotted

slowly back toward me. He did not bark, nor come rushing down upon

them, and when he had come closer to them, he proceeded at a walk.

The splendid creatures seemed more curious than fearful, making

no effort to escape until Nobs was quite close to them; then they

trotted slowly away, but at right angles.

And now the fun and trouble commenced. Nobs, of course, attempted

to turn them, and he seemed to have selected the stallion to work

upon, for he paid no attention to the others, having intelligence

enough to know that a lone dog could run his legs off before he

could round up four horses that didn't wish to be rounded up. The

stallion, however, had notions of his own about being headed, and

the result was as pretty a race as one would care to see. Gad, how

that horse could run! He seemed to flatten out and shoot through

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