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Clarke swears he ain't raised a colt in two years。〃
〃We'll put that old cougar up a tree；〃 exclaimed Jones。
〃If you kill him we'll make you all a present of a mustang； an' Clarke； he'll give you two each；〃 replied Stewart。 〃We'd be gettin' rid of him cheap。〃
〃How many wild horses on the mountain now？〃
〃Hard to tell。 Two or three thousand； mebbe。 There's almost no ketchin' them； an' they regrowin' all the time We ain't had no luck this spring。 The bunch in corral we got last year。〃
〃Seen anythin' of the White Mustang？〃 inquired Frank。 〃Ever get a rope near him？〃
〃No nearer'n we hev fer six years back。 He can't be ketched。 We seen him an' his band of blacks a few days ago； headin' fer a water…hole down where Nail Canyon runs into Kanab Canyon。 He's so cunnn' he'll never water at any of our trap corrals。 An' we believe he can go without water fer two weeks； unless mebbe he hes a secret hole we've never trailed him to。〃
〃Would we have any chance to see this White Mustang and his band？〃 questioned Jones。
〃See him？ Why； thet'd be easy。 Go down Snake Gulch； camp at Singin' Cliffs； go over into Nail Canyon； an' wait。 Then send some one slippin' down to the water…hole at Kanab Canyon； an' when the band cums in to drinkwhich I reckon will be in a few days nowhev them drive the mustangs up。 Only be sure to hev them get ahead of the White Mustang； so he'll hev only one way to cum； fer he sure is knowin'。 He never makes a mistake。 Mebbe you'll get to see him cum by like a white streak。 Why； I've heerd thet mustang's hoofs ring like bells on the rocks a mile away。 His hoofs are harder'n any iron shoe as was ever made。 But even if you don't get to see him； Snake Gulch is worth seein'。〃
I learned later from Stewart that the White Mustang was a beautiful stallion of the wildest strain of mustang blue blood。 He had roamed the long reaches between the Grand Canyon and Buckskin toward its southern slope for years； he had been the most sought…for horse by all the wranglers； and had become so shy and experienced that nothing but a glimpse was ever obtained of him。 A singular fact was that he never attached any of his own species to his band； unless they were coal black。 He had been known to fight and kill other stallions； but he kept out of the well…wooded and watered country frequented by other bands； and ranged the brakes of the Siwash as far as he could range。 The usual method； indeed the only successful way to capture wild horses； was to build corrals round the waterholes。 The wranglers lay out night after night watching。 When the mustangs came to drinkwhich was always after darkthe gates would be closed on them。 But the trick had never even been tried on the White Mustang； for the simple reason that he never approached one of these traps。
〃Boys；〃 said Jones； 〃seeing we need breaking in； we'll give the White Mustang a little run。〃
This was most pleasurable news； for the wild horses fascinated me。 Besides； I saw from the expression on our leader's face that an uncapturable mustang was an object of interest for him
Wallace and I had employed the last few warm sunny afternoons in riding up and down the valley； below Oak； where there was a fine； level stretch。 Here I wore out my soreness of muscle； and gradually overcame my awkwardness in the saddle。 Frank's remedy of maple sugar and red pepper had rid me of my cold； and with the return of strength； and the coming of confidence； full； joyous appreciation of wild environment and life made me unspeakably happy。 And I noticed that my companions were in like condition of mind； though self…contained where I was exuberant。 Wallace galloped his sorrel and watched the crags； Jones talked more kindly to the dogs； Jim baked biscuits indefatigably； and smoked in contented silence； Frank said always： 〃We'll ooze along easy like； for we've all the time there is。〃 Which sentiment； whether from reiterated suggestion； or increasing confidence in the practical cowboy； or charm of its free import； gradually won us all。
〃Boys；〃 said Jones； as we sat round the campfire； 〃I see you're getting in shape。 Well； I've worn off the wire edge myself。 And I have the hounds coming fine。 They mind me now； but they're mystified。 For the life of them they can't understand what I mean。 I don't blame them。 Wait till； by good luck； we get a cougar in a tree。 When Sounder and Don see that； we've lion dogs； boys！ we've lion dogs！ But Moze is a stubborn brute。 In all my years of animal experience； I've never discovered any other way to make animals obey than by instilling fear and respect into their hearts。 I've been fond of buffalo； horses and dogs； but sentiment never ruled me。 When animals must obey； they mustthat's all； and no mawkishness！ But I never trusted a buffalo in my life。 If I had I wouldn't be here to…night。 You all know how many keepers of tame wild animals get killed。 I could tell you dozens of tragedies。 And I've often thought； since I got back from New York； of that woman I saw with her troop of African lions。 I dream about those lions； and see them leaping over her head。 What a grand sight that was！ But the public is fooled。 I read somewhere that she trained those lions by love。 I don't believe it。 I saw her use a whip and a steel spear。 Moreover； I saw many things that escaped most observershow she entered the cage； how she maneuvered among them； how she kept a compelling gaze on them！ It was an admirable； a great piece of work。 Maybe she loves those huge yellow brutes； but her life was in danger every moment while she was in that cage； and she knew it。 Some day； one of her pets likely the King of Beasts she pets the most will rise up and kill her。 That is as certain as death。〃
CHAPTER 6。 THE WHITE MUSTANG
For thirty miles down Nail Canyon we marked； in every dusty trail and sandy wash； the small； oval； sharply defined tracks of the White Mustang and his band。
The canyon had been well named。 It was long； straight and square sided； its bare walls glared steel…gray in the sun； smooth； glistening surfaces that had been polished by wind and water。 No weathered heaps of shale； no crumbled piles of stone obstructed its level floor。 And； softly toning its drab austerity； here grew the white sage； waving in the breeze； the Indian Paint Brush； with vivid vermilion flower； and patches of fresh； green grass。
〃The White King； as we Arizona wild…hoss wranglers calls this mustang； is mighty pertickler about his feed； an' he ranged along here last night； easy like； browsin' on this white sage；〃 said Stewart。 Inflected by our intense interest in the famous mustang； and ruffled slightly by Jones's manifest surprise and contempt that no one had captured him； Stewart had volunteered to guide us。 〃Never knowed him to run in this way fer water； fact is； never knowed Nail Canyon had a fork。 It splits down here； but you'd think it was only a crack in the wall。 An' thet cunnin' mustang hes been foolin' us fer years about this water…hole。〃
The fork of Nail Canyon； which Stewart had decided we were in； had been accidentally discovered by Frank； who； in search of our horses one morning had crossed a ridge； to come suddenly upon the blind； box…like head of the canyon。 Stewart knew the lay o