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The more concentrated the character, the more sure its power of moral
endurance, so the more acute its suffering under adversity. Such
penalties lie ambushed for the strong, as though in delight at the
immensity of the suffering which can thereby be inflicted.
Such an ambush was awaiting Jeffrey Masters. It came with terrifying
suddenness. Bud was on the lead. The great sea of blue grass had been
beaten and crushed by the hoofs of a considerable herd. There was no
difficulty, and the pace he made was rapid. But, even so, Bud's keen
eyes never left the well-defined trail. He was reading it with an
understanding which might well have seemed almost superhuman. And as
he rode he communicated odd fragments of his reading to the man behind
him.
"It's queer," he observed once, when they had covered nearly two miles
of the track. "Ther's a great bunch of horsemen been over this. Kind
o' seems to me as if ther' was as many horses as steers. They're
headin' northeast, too.
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