"It is the same," he said, in a low voice.
"Good!" said Incarnacion.

"Now, if Don Clarencio will examine the American spur, he will see--what?
A few horse-hairs twisted and caught in the sharp points of the rowel.

Good! Is it the hair of the horse that Senor rode?
Clearly not; and in truth not.

It is too long for the flanks and belly of the horse; it is not the same color as the tail and the mane.

How comes it there?
It comes from the twisted horsehair rope of a riata, and not from the braided cowhide thongs of the regular lasso of a vacquero.