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During
all
that
day
,
in
the
journey
from
the
fort
,
after
overtaking
her
in
the
chase
,
in
the
pursuit
while
protecting
her
,
lingering
by
her
side
on
the
shore
of
the
lake
,
returning
across
the
prairie
,
under
his
own
humble
roof
--
in
short
everywhere
--
her
companion
had
only
been
polite
--
had
only
behaved
as
a
gentleman
!
Of
the
two-score
rescuers
,
who
had
started
in
pursuit
of
the
runaway
,
but
few
followed
far
.
Having
lost
sight
of
the
wild
mares
,
the
mustang
,
and
the
mustanger
,
they
began
to
lose
sight
of
one
another
;
and
before
long
became
dispersed
upon
the
prairie
--
going
single
,
in
couples
,
or
in
groups
of
three
and
four
together
.
Most
of
them
,
unused
to
tracking
up
a
trail
,
soon
strayed
from
that
taken
by
the
manada
;
branching
off
upon
others
,
made
,
perhaps
,
by
the
same
drove
upon
some
previous
stampede
.
The
dragoon
escort
,
in
charge
of
a
young
officer
--
a
fresh
fledgling
from
West
Point
--
ran
astray
upon
one
of
these
ramifications
,
carrying
the
hindmost
of
the
field
along
with
it
.
It
was
a
rolling
prairie
through
which
the
pursuit
was
conducted
,
here
and
there
intersected
by
straggling
belts
of
brushwood
.
These
,
with
the
inequalities
of
the
surface
,
soon
hid
the
various
pursuing
parties
from
one
another
;
and
in
twenty
minutes
after
the
start
,
a
bird
looking
from
the
heavens
above
,
might
have
beheld
half
a
hundred
horsemen
,
distributed
into
half
a
score
of
groups
--
apparently
having
started
from
a
common
centre
--
spurring
at
full
speed
towards
every
quarter
of
the
compass
!
But
one
was
going
in
the
right
direction
--
a
solitary
individual
,
mounted
upon
a
large
strong-limbed
chestnut
horse
;
that
,
without
any
claim
to
elegance
of
shape
,
was
proving
the
possession
both
of
speed
and
bottom
.
The
blue
frock-coat
of
half
military
cut
,
and
forage
cap
of
corresponding
colour
,
were
distinctive
articles
of
dress
habitually
worn
by
the
ex-captain
of
volunteer
cavalry
--
Cassius
Calhoun
.
He
it
was
who
directed
the
chestnut
on
the
true
trail
;
while
with
whip
and
spur
he
was
stimulating
the
animal
to
extraordinary
efforts
.
He
was
himself
stimulated
by
a
thought
--
sharp
as
his
own
spurs
--
that
caused
him
to
concentrate
all
his
energies
upon
the
abject
in
hand
.
Like
a
hungry
hound
he
was
laying
his
head
along
the
trail
,
in
hopes
of
an
issue
that
might
reward
him
for
his
exertions
.
What
that
issue
was
he
had
but
vaguely
conceived
;
but
on
occasional
glance
towards
his
holsters
--
from
which
protruded
the
butts
of
a
brace
of
pistols
--
told
of
some
sinister
design
that
was
shaping
itself
in
his
soul
.
But
for
a
circumstance
that
assisted
him
,
he
might
,
like
the
others
,
have
gone
astray
.
He
had
the
advantage
of
them
,
however
,
in
being
guided
by
two
shoe-tracks
he
had
seen
before
.
One
,
the
larger
,
he
recollected
with
a
painful
distinctness
.
He
had
seen
it
stamped
upon
a
charred
surface
,
amid
the
ashes
of
a
burnt
prairie
.
Yielding
to
an
undefined
instinct
,
he
had
made
a
note
of
it
in
his
memory
,
and
now
remembered
it
.
Thus
directed
,
the
ci-devant
captain
arrived
among
the
copses
,
and
rode
into
the
glade
where
the
spotted
mustang
had
been
pulled
up
in
such
a
mysterious
manner
.
Hitherto
his
analysis
had
been
easy
enough
.
At
this
point
it
became
conjecture
.
Among
the
hoof-prints
of
the
wild
mares
,
the
shoe-tracks
were
still
seen
,
but
no
longer
going
at
a
gallop
.
