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But
the
hunter
of
wild
horses
had
not
construed
her
conduct
in
this
sense
.
That
uncourteous
start
could
scarce
be
an
intention
--
except
on
the
part
of
the
spotted
mustang
?
Maurice
had
recognised
the
manada
,
as
the
same
from
which
he
had
himself
captured
it
:
and
,
no
doubt
,
with
the
design
of
rejoining
its
old
associates
,
it
was
running
away
with
its
rider
!
So
believed
the
guide
;
and
the
belief
became
instantly
universal
.
Stirred
by
gallantry
,
half
the
field
spurred
off
in
pursuit
.
Calhoun
,
Hancock
,
and
Crossman
leading
,
with
half
a
score
of
young
planters
,
lawyers
,
and
legislators
close
following
--
each
as
he
rode
off
reflecting
to
himself
,
what
a
bit
of
luck
it
would
be
to
bring
up
the
runaway
.
But
few
,
if
any
,
of
the
gentlemen
felt
actual
alarm
.
All
knew
that
Louise
Poindexter
was
a
splendid
equestrian
;
a
spacious
plain
lay
before
her
,
smooth
as
a
race-track
;
the
mustang
might
gallop
till
it
tired
itself
down
;
it
could
not
throw
her
;
there
could
be
little
chance
of
her
receiving
any
serious
injury
?
There
was
one
who
did
not
entertain
this
confident
view
.
It
was
he
who
had
been
the
first
to
show
anxiety
--
the
mustanger
himself
.
He
was
the
last
to
leave
the
ground
.
Delayed
in
the
rearrangement
of
his
lazo
--
a
moment
more
in
remounting
--
he
was
a
hundred
paces
behind
every
competitor
,
as
his
horse
sprang
forward
upon
the
pursuit
.
Calhoun
was
a
like
distance
in
the
lead
,
pressing
on
with
all
the
desperate
energy
of
his
nature
,
and
all
the
speed
he
could
extract
from
the
heels
of
his
horse
.
The
dragoon
and
rifleman
were
a
little
in
his
rear
;
and
then
came
the
"
ruck
.
"
Maurice
soon
passed
through
the
thick
of
the
field
,
overlapped
the
leaders
one
by
one
;
and
forging
still
further
ahead
,
showed
Cassius
Calhoun
the
heels
of
his
horse
.
A
muttered
curse
was
sent
hissing
through
the
teeth
of
the
ex-officer
of
volunteers
,
as
the
blood
bay
,
bounding
past
,
concealed
from
his
sight
the
receding
form
of
the
spotted
mustang
.
