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Jones might have headed him； but manifestly he wanted to ride with him； as well as to meet him； so in case the lasso went true； a terrible shock might be averted。
Up went Jones's arm as the space shortened； and the lasso ringed his head。 Out it shot； lengthened like a yellow； striking snake； and fell just short of the flying white tail。
The White Mustang； fulfilling his purpose in a last heroic display of power； sailed into the air； up and up； and over the wide wash like a white streak。 Free！ the dust rolled in a cloud from under his hoofs； and he vanished。
Jones's superb horse； crashing down on his haunches； just escaped sliding into the hole。
I awoke to the realization that Satan had carried me； in pursuit of the thrilling chase； all the way across the circle without my knowing it。
Jones calmly wiped the sweat from his face； calmly coiled his lasso； and calmly remarked：
〃In trying to capture wild animals a man must never be too sure。 Now what I thought my strong point was my weak pointthe wash。 I made sure no horse could ever jump that hole。〃
CHAPTER 8。 SNAKE GULCH
Not far from the scene of our adventure with the White Streak as we facetious and appreciatively named the mustang； deep； flat cave indented the canyon wall。 By reason of its sandy floor and close proximity to Frank's trickling spring； we decided to camp in it。 About dawn Lawson and Stewart straggled in on spent horse and found awaiting them a bright fire； a hot supper and cheery comrades。
〃Did yu fellars git to see him？〃 was the ranger's first question。
〃Did we get to see him？〃 echoed five lusty voice as one。 〃We did！〃
It was after Frank； in his plain； blunt speech had told of our experience； that the long Arizonian gazed fixedly at Jones。
〃Did yu acktully tech the hair of thet mustang with a rope？〃
In all his days Jones never had a greater complement。 By way of reply； he moved his big hand to button of his coat； and； fumbling over it； unwound a string of long； white hairs； then said： 〃I pulled these out of his tail with my lasso； it missed his left hind hoof about six inches。〃
There were six of the hairs； pure； glistening white； and over three feet long。 Stewart examined then in expressive silence； then passed them along； and when they reached me； they stayed。
The cave； lighted up by a blazing fire； appeared to me a forbidding； uncanny place。 Small； peculiar round holes； and dark cracks； suggestive of hidden vermin； gave me a creepy feeling； and although not over…sensitive on the subject of crawling； creeping things； I voiced my disgust。
〃Say； I don't like the idea of sleeping in this hole。 I'll bet it's full of spiders； snakes and centipedes and other poisonous things。〃
Whatever there was in my inoffensive declaration to rouse the usually slumbering humor of the Arizonians； and the thinly veiled ridicule of Colonel Jones； and a mixture of both in my once loyal California friend； I am not prepared to state。 Maybe it was the dry； sweet； cool air of Nail Canyon； maybe my suggestion awoke ticklish associations that worked themselves off thus； maybe it was the first instance of my committing myself to a breach of camp etiquette。 Be that as it may； my innocently expressed sentiment gave rise to bewildering dissertations on entomology； and most remarkable and startling tales from first…hand experience。
〃Like as not；〃 began Frank in matter…of…fact tone。 〃Them's tarantuler holes all right。 An' scorpions； centipedes an' rattlers always rustle with tarantulers。 But we never mind themnot us fellers！ We're used to sleepin' with them。 Why； I often wake up in the night to see a big tarantuler on my chest； an' see him wink。 Ain't thet so； Jim？〃
〃Shore as hell；〃 drawled faithful； slow Jim。
〃Reminds me how fatal the bite of a centipede is；〃 took up Colonel Jones； complacently。 〃Once I was sitting in camp with a hunter； who suddenly hissed out： 'Jones； for God's sake don't budge！ There's a centipede on your arm！' He pulled his Colt； and shot the blamed centipede off as clean as a whistle。 But the bullet hit a steer in the leg； and would you believe it； the bullet carried so much poison that in less than two hours the steer died of blood poisoning。 Centipedes are so poisonous they leave a blue trail on flesh just by crawling over it。 Look there！〃
He bared his arm； and there on the brown…corded flesh was a blue trail of something； that was certain。 It might have been made by a centipede。
〃This is a likely place for them；〃 put in Wallace； emitting a volume of smoke and gazing round the cave walls with the eye of a connoisseur。 〃My archaeological pursuits have given me great experience with centipedes； as you may imagine； considering how many old tombs； caves and cliff…dwellings I have explored。 This Algonkian rock is about the right stratum for centipedes to dig in。 They dig somewhat after the manner of the fluviatile long… tailed decapod crustaceans； of the genera Thoracostraca； the common crawfish； you know。 From that； of course； you can imagine； if a centipede can bite rock； what a biter he is。〃
I began to grow weak； and did not wonder to see Jim's long pipe fall from his lips。 Frank looked queer around the gills； so to speak； but the gaunt Stewart never batted an eye。
〃I camped here two years ago；〃 he said； 〃An' the cave was alive with rock…rats； mice； snakes； horned…toads； lizards an' a big Gila monster； besides bugs； scorpions' rattlers； an' as fer tarantulers an' centipedessay！ I couldn't sleep fer the noise they made fightin'。〃
〃I seen the same；〃 concluded Lawson； as nonchalant as a wild…horse wrangler well could be。 〃An' as fer me； now I allus lays perfickly still when the centipedes an' tarantulers begin to drop from their holes in the roof； same as them holes up there。 An' when they light on me； I never move； nor even breathe fer about five minutes。 Then they take a notion I'm dead an' crawl off。 But sure； if I'd breathed I'd been a goner！〃
All of this was playfully intended for the extinction of an unoffending and impressionable tenderfoot。
With an admiring glance at my tormentors； I rolled out my sleeping…bag and crawled into it； vowing I would remain there even if devil…fish； armed with pikes； invaded our cave。
Late in the night I awoke。 The bottom of the canyon and the outer floor of our cave lay bathed in white； clear moonlight。 A dense； gloomy black shadow veiled the opposite canyon wall。 High up the pinnacles and turrets pointed toward a resplendent moon。 It was a weird； wonderful scene of beauty entrancing； of breathless； dreaming silence that seemed not of life。 Then a hoot…owl lamented dismally； his call fitting the scene and the dead stillness； the echoes resounded from cliff to cliff； strangely mocking and hollow； at last reverberating low and mournful in the distance。
How long I lay there enraptured with the beauty of light and mystery of shade； thrilling at the lonesome lament of the owl； I have no means to tell； but I was awakened from my trance by the touch of something crawling over me。 Promptly I raised my head。 The cave was as light as day。 There； sitting sociably on my sleeping…bag was a great black tarantula； as large as my hand。
For one still moment； notwithsta