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Apparently
less
anxious
than
he
to
rejoin
the
party
of
picknickers
,
they
were
advancing
at
a
slow
pace
--
the
lady
a
little
inclining
to
the
rear
.
Their
proximity
to
one
another
--
their
attitudes
in
the
saddle
--
their
obvious
inattention
to
outward
objects
--
the
snail-like
pace
at
which
they
were
proceeding
--
these
,
along
with
one
or
two
other
slighter
circumstances
observed
by
Calhoun
,
combined
to
make
an
impression
on
his
mind
--
or
rather
to
strengthen
one
already
made
--
that
almost
drove
him
mad
.
To
gallop
rapidly
up
,
and
rudely
terminate
the
tête-à-tête
,
was
but
the
natural
instinct
of
the
chivalric
Southerner
.
In
obedience
to
it
he
spitefully
plied
the
spur
;
and
once
more
forced
his
jaded
chestnut
into
an
unwilling
canter
.
In
a
few
seconds
,
however
,
he
slackened
pace
--
as
if
changing
his
determination
.
The
sound
of
his
horse
's
hoofs
had
not
yet
warned
the
others
of
his
proximity
--
though
he
was
now
less
than
two
hundred
yards
behind
them
!
He
could
hear
the
silvery
tones
of
his
cousin
's
voice
bearing
the
better
part
of
the
conversation
.
How
interesting
it
must
be
to
both
to
have
hindered
them
from
perceiving
his
approach
!
If
he
could
but
overhear
what
they
were
saying
?
It
seemed
a
most
unpropitious
place
for
playing
eavesdropper
;
and
yet
there
might
be
a
chance
?
The
seeming
interest
of
the
dialogue
to
the
individuals
engaged
in
it
gave
promise
of
such
opportunity
.
The
turf
of
the
savannah
was
soft
as
velvet
.
The
hoof
gliding
slowly
over
it
gave
forth
not
the
slightest
sound
.
Calhoun
was
still
too
impatient
to
confine
himself
to
a
walk
;
but
his
chestnut
was
accustomed
to
that
gait
,
peculiar
to
the
horse
of
the
South-Western
States
--
the
"
pace
"
;
and
into
this
was
he
pressed
.
With
hoofs
horizontally
striking
the
sward
--
elevated
scarce
an
inch
above
the
ground
--
he
advanced
swiftly
and
noiselessly
;
so
quick
withal
,
that
in
a
few
seconds
he
was
close
upon
the
heels
of
the
spotted
mustang
,
and
the
red
steed
of
the
mustanger
!
