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"
Our
own
tracks
!
"
muttered
Calhoun
on
making
the
discovery
,
adding
a
fierce
oath
as
he
reined
up
.
"
Our
own
tracks
!
What
mean
you
,
Cassius
?
You
do
n't
say
we
've
been
travelling
--
"
"
On
our
own
tracks
.
I
do
,
uncle
;
that
very
thing
.
We
must
have
made
a
complete
circumbendibus
of
it
.
See
!
here
's
the
hind
hoof
of
my
own
horse
,
with
half
a
shoe
off
;
and
there
's
the
foot
of
the
niggers
.
Besides
,
I
can
tell
the
ground
.
That
's
the
very
hill
we
went
down
as
we
left
our
last
stopping
place
.
Hang
the
crooked
luck
!
We
've
made
a
couple
of
miles
for
nothing
.
"
Embarrassment
is
no
longer
the
only
expression
upon
the
face
of
the
speaker
.
It
has
deepened
to
chagrin
,
with
an
admixture
of
shame
.
It
is
through
him
that
the
train
is
without
a
regular
guide
.
One
,
engaged
at
Indianola
,
had
piloted
them
to
their
last
camping
place
.
There
,
in
consequence
of
some
dispute
,
due
to
the
surly
temper
of
the
ex-captain
of
volunteers
,
the
man
had
demanded
his
dismissal
,
and
gone
back
.
For
this
--
as
also
for
an
ill-timed
display
of
confidence
in
his
power
to
conduct
the
march
--
is
the
planter
's
nephew
now
suffering
under
a
sense
of
shame
.
He
feels
it
keenly
as
the
carriole
comes
up
,
and
bright
eyes
become
witnesses
of
his
discomfiture
.
Poindexter
does
not
repeat
his
inquiry
.
That
the
road
is
lost
is
a
fact
evident
to
all
.
Even
the
barefooted
or
"
broganned
"
pedestrians
have
recognised
their
long-heeled
footprints
,
and
become
aware
that
they
are
for
the
second
time
treading
upon
the
same
ground
.
There
is
a
general
halt
,
succeeded
by
an
animated
conversation
among
the
white
men
.
The
situation
is
serious
:
the
planter
himself
believes
it
to
be
so
.
He
can
not
that
day
reach
the
end
of
his
journey
--
a
thing
upon
which
he
had
set
his
mind
.
That
is
the
very
least
misfortune
that
can
befall
them
.
There
are
others
possible
,
and
probable
.
There
are
perils
upon
the
burnt
plain
.
They
may
be
compelled
to
spend
the
night
upon
it
,
with
no
water
for
their
animals
.
Perhaps
a
second
day
and
night
--
or
longer
--
who
can
tell
how
long
?
How
are
they
to
find
their
way
?
The
sun
is
beginning
to
descend
;
though
still
too
high
in
heaven
to
indicate
his
line
of
declination
.
By
waiting
a
while
they
may
discover
the
quarters
of
the
compass
.
