Striding across the paved causeway, that separated the two rows of stalls, he entered that occupied by the sorrel.
The animal shied off, and stood trembling against the wall--perhaps awed by the look of resolution with which the hunter had approached it.
"Stan" still, ye brute!" chided Zeb. "I don"t mean no harm to _you_, tho" by yur looks I reck"n ye"re as vicious as yur master. Stan" still, I say, an let"s hev a look at yur fut-gear!"
So saying, he stooped forward, and made an attempt to lay hold of one of the fore-legs.
It was unsuccessful. The horse suddenly drew up his hoof; and commenced hammering the flags with it, snorting--as if in fear that some trick was about to be played upon him.
"Durn your ugly karkidge!" cried Zeb, angrily venting the words. "Why don"t ye stan" still? Who"s goin" to hurt ye? Come, ole critter!" he continued coaxingly, "I only want to see how youv"e been shod."
Again he attempted to lift the hoof, but was prevented by the restive behaviour of the horse.
"Wal, this air a difeequilty I didn"t expeck," muttered he, glancing round to see how it might be overcome. "What"s to be did? It"ll never do to hev the n.i.g.g.e.r help me--nor yet see what I"m abeout--the which he will ef I don"t get quick through wi" it. Dog-gone the hoss! How am I to git his feet up?"
For a short while he stood considering, his countenance showing a peevish impatience.
"Cuss the critter!" he again exclaimed. "I feel like knockin" him over whar he stan"s. Ha! now I hev it, if the n.i.g.g.e.r will only gie time. I hope the wench will keep him waitin". Durn ye! I"ll make ye stan"
still, or choke ye dead ef ye don"t. Wi" this roun" yur jugewlar, I reck"n ye won"t be so skittish."
While speaking he had lifted the trail-rope from his own saddle; and, throwing its noose over the head of the sorrel, he shook it down till it encircled the animal"s neck.
Then hauling upon the other end, he drew it taut as a bowstring.
The horse for a time kept starting about the stall, and snorting with rage.
But his snorts were soon changed into a hissing sound, that with difficulty escaped through his nostrils; and his wrath resolved itself into terror. The rope tightly compressing his throat was the cause of the change.
Zeb now approached him without fear; and, after making the slip fast, commenced lifting his feet one after the other--scrutinising each, in great haste, but at the same time with sufficient care. He appeared to take note of the shape, the shoeing, the number and relative position of the nails--in short, everything that might suggest an idiosyncrasy, or a.s.sist in a future identification.
On coming to the off hind foot--which he did last of the four--an exclamation escaped him that proclaimed some satisfactory surprise. It was caused by the sight of a broken shoe--nearly a quarter of which was missing from the hoof, the fracture having occurred at the second nail from the canker.
"Ef I"d know"d o" _you_," he muttered in apostrophe to the imperfect shoe, "I mout a" saved myself the trouble o" examinin" the tothers.
Thur ain"t much chance o" mistakin" the print you"d be likely to leave ahint ye. To make shur, I"ll jest take ye along wi me."
In conformity with this resolve, he drew out his huge hunting knife--the blade of which, near the hilt, was a quarter of an inch thick--and, inserting it under the piece of iron, he wrenched it from the hoof.
Taking care to have the nails along, he transferred it to the capacious pocket of his coat.
Then nimbly gliding back to the trail-rope, he undid the knot; and restored the interrupted respiration of the sorrel.
Pluto came in the moment after, bringing a plentiful supply of refreshments--including a tumbler of the Monongahela; and to these Zeb instantly applied himself, without saying a word about the interlude that had occurred during the darkey"s absence.
The latter, however, did not fail to perceive that the sorrel was out of sorts: for the animal, on finding itself released, stood shivering in the stall, gazing around in a sort of woe-begone wonder after the rough treatment, to which he had been submitted.
"Gorramity!" exclaimed the black, "what am de matter wif de ole hoss?
Ho! ho! he look like he wa afeerd ob you, Ma.s.s Tump!"
"Oh, ye-es!" drawled Zeb, with seeming carelessness. "I reck"n he air a bit afeerd. He war makin" to get at my ole maar, so I gied him a larrup or two wi" the eend o" my trail rope. Thet"s what has rousted him."
Pluto was perfectly satisfied with the explanation, and the subject was permitted to drop.
"Look hyur, Plute!" said Zeb, starting another. "Who does the shoein"
o" yur cattle? Thars some o" the hands air a smith, I reck"n?"
"Ho! ho! Dat dere am. Yella Jake he do shoein". Fo what you ask, Ma.s.s Tump?"
"Wal; I war thinkin" o" havin" a kupple o" shoes put on the hind feet o"
the maar. I reck"n Jake ud do it for me."
"Ho! ho! he do it wif a thousan" welkim--dat he will, I"se shoo."
"Questyun is, kin I spare the time to wait. How long do it take him to put on a kupple?"
"Lor, Ma.s.s Tamp, berry short while. Jake fust-rate han" lit de bizness.
Ebberybody say so."
"He moutn"t have the mateerils riddy? It depends on whether he"s been shoein" lately. How long"s it since he shod any o" yourn?"
"More"n a week I blieb, Ma.s.s" Zeb. Ho--ho! Do last war Missa Looey hoss--de beautiful "potty dar. But dat won"t make no differens. I know he hab de fixins all ready. I knows it, kase he go for shoe de sorrel.
De ole hoss hab one ob de hind shoe broke. He hab it so de la.s.s ten day; an Ma.s.s Cahoon, he gib orders for it be remove. Ho--ho! dis berry mornin" I hear um tell Jake."
"Arter all," rejoined Zeb, as if suddenly changing his mind, "I moutn"t hev the time to spare. I reck"n I"ll let the ole critter do "ithout till I k.u.m back. The tramp I"m goin" on--most part o" it--lies over gra.s.s purayra; an won"t hurt her."
"No, I hevn"t time," he added, after stepping outside and glancing up towards the sky. "I must be off from hyur in the shakin" o" a goat"s tail. Now, ole gal! you"ve got to stop yur munchin" an take this bit o"
iron atwixt yur teeth. Open yur corn trap for it. That"s the putty pet!"
And so continuing to talk--now to Pluto, now to the mare--he once more adjusted the headstall; led the animal out; and, clambering into the saddle, rode thoughtfully away.
CHAPTER SEVENTY TWO.
ZEB STUMP ON THE TRAIL.
After getting clear of the enclosures of Casa del Corvo, the hunter headed his animal up stream--in the direction of the Port and town.
It was the former he intended to reach--which he did in a ride of less than a quarter of an hour.
Commonly it took him three to accomplish this distance; but on this occasion he was in an unusual state of excitement, and he made speed to correspond. The old mare could go fast enough when required--that is when Zeb required her and he had a mode of quickening her speed--known only to himself, and only employed upon extraordinary occasions. It simply consisted in drawing the bowie knife from his belt, and inserting about in inch of its blade into the mare"s hip, close to the termination of the spine.
The effect was like magic; or, if you prefer the figure--electricity.
So spurred, Zeb"s "critter" could accomplish a mile in three minutes; and more than once had she been called upon to show this capability, when her owner was chased by Comanches.
On the present occasion there was no necessity for such excessive speed; and the Fort was reached after fifteen minutes" sharp trotting.
On reaching it, Zeb slipped out of the saddle, and made his way to the quarters of the commandant; while the mare was left panting upon the parade ground.