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He
did
not
draw
bridle
,
until
he
had
passed
the
train
;
and
arrived
upon
the
spot
occupied
by
the
planter
and
his
party
.
"
A
Mexican
!
"
whispered
Henry
,
drawing
his
deduction
from
the
habiliments
of
the
horseman
.
"
So
much
the
better
,
"
replied
Poindexter
,
in
the
same
tone
of
voice
;
"
he
'll
be
all
the
more
likely
to
know
the
road
.
"
"
Not
a
bit
of
Mexican
about
him
,
"
muttered
Calhoun
,
"
excepting
the
rig
.
I
'll
soon
see
.
Buenos
dias
,
cavallero
!
Esta
V.
Mexicano
?
"
(
Good
day
,
sir
!
are
you
a
Mexican
?
)
"
No
,
indeed
,
"
replied
the
stranger
,
with
a
protesting
smile
.
"
Anything
but
that
.
I
can
speak
to
you
in
Spanish
,
if
you
prefer
it
;
but
I
dare
say
you
will
understand
me
better
in
English
:
which
,
I
presume
,
is
your
native
tongue
?
"
Calhoun
,
suspecting
that
he
had
spoken
indifferent
Spanish
,
or
indifferently
pronounced
it
,
refrains
from
making
rejoinder
.
"
American
,
sir
,
"
replied
Poindexter
,
his
national
pride
feeling
slightly
piqued
.
Then
,
as
if
fearing
to
offend
the
man
from
whom
he
intended
asking
a
favour
,
he
added
:
"
Yes
,
sir
;
we
are
all
Americans
--
from
the
Southern
States
.
"
"
That
I
can
perceive
by
your
following
.
"
An
expression
of
contempt
--
scarce
perceptible
--
showed
itself
upon
the
countenance
of
the
speaker
,
as
his
eye
rested
upon
the
groups
of
black
bondsmen
.
"
I
can
perceive
,
too
,
"
he
added
,
"
that
you
are
strangers
to
prairie
travelling
.
You
have
lost
your
way
?
"
"
We
have
,
sir
;
and
have
very
little
prospect
of
recovering
it
,
unless
we
may
count
upon
your
kindness
to
direct
us
.
"
