I had to trail him." "Do the horses stray far when they are hobbled ?" inquired Wallace.
"If they keep jumpin' all night they can cover some territory.

We're now on the edge of the wild horse country, and our nags know this as well as we.

They smell the mustangs, an' would break their necks to get away.

Satan and the sorrel were ten miles from camp when I found them this mornin'.

An' Jim's cayuse went farther, an' we never will get him.
He'll wear his hobbles out, then away with the wild horses.