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ahead! 'Eave! There you are!"Luckily, this time I managed to lock the rowels of my long spurs under her girth, and shecould not unseat me. She seemed to recognize the fact after one or two plunges, when tomy great surprise, she suddenly sank to the ground and quietly rolled over me. The actiondisengaged my spurs, but righting herself without getting up, she turned her beautifulhead and absolutely looked at me!—still in the saddle. I felt myself blushing! But thevoice of Enriquez was at my side."Errise, my friend; you have conquer! It is she who has arrive at the ground! You are allright. It is done; believe me, it is feenish! No more shall she make thees think. From theesinstant you shall ride her as the cow—as the rail of thees fence—and remain tranquil. Forshe is a-broke! Ta-ta! Regain your hats, gentlemen! Pass in your checks! It is ovar! Howare you now?" He lit a fresh cigarette, put his hands in his pockets, and smiled at meblandly.For all that, I ventured to point out that the habit of alighting in the fork of a tree, or thedisengaging of one's self from the saddle on the ground, was attended withinconvenience, and even ostentatious display. But Enriquez swept the objections awaywith a single gesture. "It is the preencipal—the bottom fact—at which you arrive. Thenext come of himself! Many horse have achieve to mount the rider by the knees, andrelinquish after thees same fashion. My grandfather had a barb of thees kind—but she has