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His
astonishment
,
mixed
with
admiration
,
hindered
him
from
making
a
ready
rejoinder
.
"
To
speak
truth
,
"
continued
the
young
lady
,
with
an
air
of
charming
simplicity
,
"
I
was
not
sorry
at
being
run
off
with
.
One
sometimes
gets
tired
of
too
much
talk
--
of
the
kind
called
complimentary
.
I
wanted
fresh
air
,
and
to
be
alone
.
So
you
see
,
Mr
Gerald
,
it
was
rather
a
bit
of
good
fortune
:
since
it
saved
explanations
and
adieus
.
"
"
You
wanted
to
be
alone
?
"
responded
the
mustanger
,
with
a
disappointed
look
.
"
I
am
sorry
I
should
have
made
the
mistake
to
have
intruded
upon
you
.
I
assure
you
,
Miss
Poindexter
,
I
followed
,
because
I
believed
you
to
be
in
danger
.
"
"
Most
gallant
of
you
,
sir
;
and
now
that
I
know
there
was
danger
,
I
am
truly
grateful
.
I
presume
I
have
guessed
aright
:
you
meant
the
Indians
?
"
"
No
;
not
Indians
exactly
--
at
least
,
it
was
not
of
them
I
was
thinking
.
"
"
Some
other
danger
?
What
is
it
,
sir
?
You
will
tell
me
,
so
that
I
may
be
more
cautious
for
the
future
?
"
Maurice
did
not
make
immediate
answer
.
A
sound
striking
upon
his
ear
had
caused
him
to
turn
away
--
as
if
inattentive
to
the
interrogatory
.
The
Creole
,
perceiving
there
was
some
cause
for
his
abstraction
,
likewise
assumed
a
listening
attitude
.
She
heard
a
shrill
scream
,
succeeded
by
another
and
another
,
close
followed
by
a
loud
hammering
of
hoofs
--
the
conjunction
of
sounds
causing
the
still
atmosphere
to
vibrate
around
her
.
It
was
no
mystery
to
the
hunter
of
horses
.
The
words
that
came
quick
from
his
lips
--
though
not
designed
--
were
a
direct
answer
to
the
question
she
had
put
.
