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"
You
'll
see
in
a
second
.
We
should
be
near
the
place
now
.
"
The
conversation
thus
carried
on
was
between
two
individuals
riding
side
by
side
,
and
going
at
a
gallop
of
nearly
a
mile
to
the
minute
!
As
the
guide
had
predicted
,
they
soon
came
within
sight
of
the
obstruction
;
which
proved
to
be
an
arroyo
--
a
yawning
fissure
in
the
plain
full
fifteen
feet
in
width
,
as
many
in
depth
,
and
trending
on
each
side
to
the
verge
of
vision
.
To
turn
aside
,
either
to
the
right
or
left
,
would
be
to
give
the
pursuers
the
advantage
of
the
diagonal
;
which
the
fugitives
could
no
longer
afford
.
The
chasm
must
be
crossed
,
or
the
stallions
would
overtake
them
.
It
could
only
be
crossed
by
a
leap
--
fifteen
feet
at
the
least
.
Maurice
knew
that
his
own
horse
could
go
over
it
--
he
had
done
it
before
.
But
the
mare
?
"
Do
you
think
she
can
do
it
?
"
he
eagerly
asked
,
as
,
in
slackened
pace
,
they
approached
the
edge
of
the
barranca
.
"
I
am
sure
she
can
,
"
was
the
confident
reply
.
"
But
are
you
sure
you
can
sit
her
over
it
?
"
"
Ha
!
ha
!
ha
!
"
scornfully
laughed
the
Creole
.
"
What
a
question
for
an
Irishman
to
ask
!
I
'm
sure
,
sir
,
one
of
your
own
countrywomen
would
be
offended
at
your
speech
.
Even
I
,
a
native
of
swampy
Louisiana
,
do
n't
regard
it
as
at
all
gallant
.
Sit
her
over
it
!
Sit
her
anywhere
she
can
carry
me
.
"
