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Señor Zorro stood like a statue in the native's hut, one hand grasping his horse's muzzle. The native crouched at his side.
Down the highway came the drumming of horses' hoofs. Then the pursuit swept by, the men calling to one another and cursing the darkness, and rushed down the valley.