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Keith of the Border

CHAPTER VI
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A dim blackness ahead already revealed the nearness of the southern bank, when Neb's pony went down suddenly, swept fairly off its legs by some fierce eddy in the stream.
Keith heard the negro's guttural cry, and caught a glimpse of him as the two were sent whirling down.

The coiled rope of the lariat, grasped in his right hand, was hurled forth like a shot, but came back empty.

Not another sound reached him; his own horse went steadily on, feeling his way, until he was nose against the bank, with water merely rippling about his ankles.

Keith driving feet again into the stirrups headed him down stream, wading close in toward the shore, leaning forward over the pommel striving to see through the gloom.
He had no doubt about Neb's pony making land, unless struck by some driftwood, or borne to the centre of the stream by the shifting force of the current.

But if Neb had failed to retain his grip he might have been sucked under by the surge of waters.


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