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made a mighty handsome couple as they dashed along, for they were well
mounted and both were perfect riders.
Many a young girl walking along the street looked enviously after
Stella, and wished she could ride as well and was as beautiful. And many
a lad looked after his ideal of a hero of the West, dashing and brave
Ted Strong, who had so lately vanquished the bully who had been feared
of all men, and who could ride like a centaur, and shoot perfectly.
It did not take long for them to clear the town, and dash out onto the
prairie road which led into the Wichita Mountains.
They did not spare their horses, for Ted knew that if Norris once
succeeded in reaching the mountains it would be almost impossible to
find him among the many fastnesses and deep and rough canons which
abound in those most picturesque hills and peaks.
While Ted knew the Wichita Mountains well, he was also aware that even
the most expert scout did not know all about them, and that there were
places in them that had never been explored, unless, perhaps, by
renegade Indians and white outlaws, with which the mountains had at
times been infested.
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