I am sure it was one.

Look! yonder goes another!" "It is," added Lucien; "it is a horse.

But see! there is no rider--no one on his back; and yonder's another, also without a rider.

Ha! I know now--_they are mustangs_!" "Mustangs!" echoed Francois; "good!--that will be something worth seeing." It soon proved that Lucien was right.

It was a drove of mustangs, or wild horses.