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Nother! They came along the road at a plunging, blundering pace, snorting and neighing. Behind them were men, evidently trying to stop the runaways. "Colts!" shouted Bob. "Yearlings. All young horses. And just about wild. Remember that<br />
<br />
bunch we saw in Oklahoma, Betty, that was being driven to the shipping station? They are wild as bears."<br />
Ida Bellethorne did not seem<br />
to be much disturbed by the possibility of the horses doing them any harm. She stood out before her companions and stared at the coming herd eagerly. The black mare she loved so, however, was not in this bunch of runaways.<br />
The young stock swept past the watching party from Mountain Camp, their pace rapid in spite of the hard going. They <img src="cid:48dc66d51eb410d945287c$FubORyhIHGxy"> kept to the snow-covered road, however. Behind them came half a dozen men, wind-spent already and not a little angry. "Why didn't you stop<br />
'em?" bawled one red-faced<br />
<br />
fellow. "If they spread out in<br />
so
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