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An unseen spectator was taking it in from the brow of a little

hill crowned with a group of firs. She had reached this point

just as the Texan had swung to the saddle, and she watched the

battle between horse and man intently. If any had been there to

see, he might have observed a strange fire smouldering in her

eyes. For the first time there was filtering through her a vague

suspicion of this man who claimed to have heart trouble, and had

deliberately subjected himself to the terrific strain of such a

test. She had seen broncho busters get off bleeding at mouth and

nose and ears after a hard fight, and she had never seen a

contest more superbly fought than this one. But full of courage

as the horse was, it had met its master and began to know it.