I now felt an interest in the race myself, and, for the credit of my bit of blood, determined to win it if it was at all in the nature of things.

I plied the lash and spur, and the little critter took it quite kindly, and tossed his head, and neighed, as much as to say, 'Colonel, I know what you're after--go ahead!'-- and he cut dirt in beautiful style, I tell you." This could not last long.

The wild steed of the prairie soon outstripped the heavily burdened mustang, and shooting ahead, kicked up his heels as in derision.

The rest of the herd followed, in the same disrespectful manner.

Crockett jogged quietly on in the rear, glad to be rid of such troublesome and dangerous companions.