On the contrary, it seemed to stimulate him to increased caution.
Turning noiselessly round, he whispered some cabalistic words into the care of his “critter;” and then stole silently forward under cover of the acacias.
Without remonstrance, or remark, the mare followed. He soon came to a fall stop—his animal doing the same, in imitation so exact as to appear its counterpart.
A thick growth of mezquite trees separated him from the two individuals, by this time engaged in a lively interchange of speech.
He could not see them, without exposing himself to the danger of being detected in his eaves-dropping; but he heard what they said all the same.
He kept his place—listening till the horse trade was concluded, and for some time after.
Only when they had separated, and both taken departure did he venture to come forth from his cover.
Standing upon the spot lately occupied by the “swoppers,” and looking “both ways at once,” he exclaimed—
“Geehosophat! thur’s a compack atween a he an’ she-devil; an’ durn’d ef I kin tell, which hez got the bessest o’ the bargin!”