ld Jo's critical remark.

Sometimes, if the shape of the country abets it, the herd can be driven
into a corral; sometimes with extra fine mounts they can be run down,
but by far the commonest way, paradoxical as it may seem, is to walk
them down.

The fame of the Stallion that never was known to gallop was spreading.
Extraordinary stories were told of his gait, his speed, and his wind,
and when old Montgomery of the 'triangle-bar' outfit came out plump at
Well's Hotel in Clayton, and in presence of witnesses said he'd give one
thousand dollars cash for him safe in a box-car, providing the stories
were true, a dozen young cow-punchers were eager to cut loose and win
the purse, as soon as present engagements were up. But Wild Jo had had
his eye on this very deal for quite a while; there was no time to
lose, so ignoring present contracts he rustled all night to raise the
necessary equipment for the game.

By straining his already overstrained credit, and taxing the already
overtaxed generosity of his friends, lie got together an expedition
consisting of twenty good saddle-horses, a mess-wagon, and a fortnight's
stuff for three men--himself, his 'pard,' Charley, and the cook.

Then they set out from Clayton, with the avowed intention of walking
down the wonderfully swift wild horse. The third day they arrived at
Antelope Springs, and as it was about noon they were not surprised to
see the black Pacer marching down to drink with all his band behind him.
Jo kept out of sight until the wild horses each and all had drunk their
fill, for a thirsty animal always travels better than one laden with
water.

Jo then rode quietly forward. The Pacer took alarm at half a mile, and
led his band away out of sight on the soapweed mesa to the southeast. Jo
followed at a gallop till he once more sighted them, then came back and
instructed the cook, who was also teamster, to make for Alamosa Arroyo
in the south. Then away to the southeast he went after the mustangs.
After a mile or two he once more sighted them, and walked his horse
quietly till so near that they again took alarm and circled away to the
south. An hour's trot, not on the trail, but cutting across to where
they ought to go, brought Jo again in close sight. Again he walked
quietly toward the herd, and again there was the alarm and fright. And
so they passed the afternoon, but circled ever more and more to the
south, so that when the sun was low they were, as Jo had expecte