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[Sorokata]

To notice a change in the beautiful mare's mood, Pawnee Brown spoke to
her. She pawed the ground and tossed her head. "What is it, Bonnie?
Danger ahead?" Again the mare pawed the ground. Feeling certain
something was wrong, Pawnee Brown stood up in his stirrups and looked
about him. All was dark and silent upon every side. Overhead the faint
stars shed but an uncertain light. "It's one too many for me, Bonnie,"
he mused. "Forward until the danger becomes clearer." Thus commanded,
the mare moved forward once more, but this time much slower. Once or
twice her feet seemed to stick fast, but Pawnee Brown did not notice
this. At last she came to a dead halt and would not go another step.
"The danger must be in the timber," thought the boomer. "Bonnie Bird
wouldn't balk for nothing. I'll dismount and reconnoitre." Springing to
the ground, he drew his pistol and moved forward silently. Scarcely had
he taken a dozen steps than he realized the cause of his mare's
unwillingness to proceed further. He was in a bed of quicksand. Anybody
who knows what a bed of quicksand is knows how dangerous it
is--dangerous to both man and beast. Just as the scout made his
discovery he sank up to his knees in the mass. "By Jove! I must get back
out of this, and in double-quick order," he muttered, and tried to turn,
to find himself sinking up to his waist. Pawnee Brown was now fully
alive to the grave peril of his situation. He tried by all the strength
at his command to
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