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He
was
then
checked
to
a
pace
corresponding
to
theirs
;
while
his
rider
,
leaning
forward
,
listened
with
an
eagerness
that
evinced
some
terrible
determination
.
His
attitude
proclaimed
him
in
the
vein
for
vituperation
of
the
rudest
kind
--
ready
with
ribald
tongue
;
or
,
if
need
be
,
with
knife
and
pistol
!
His
behaviour
depended
on
a
contingency
--
on
what
might
be
overheard
.
As
chance
,
or
fate
,
willed
it
,
there
was
nothing
.
If
the
two
equestrians
were
insensible
to
external
sounds
,
their
steeds
were
not
so
absorbed
.
In
a
walk
the
chestnut
stepped
heavily
--
the
more
so
from
being
fatigued
.
His
footfall
proclaimed
his
proximity
to
the
sharp
ears
,
both
of
the
blood-bay
and
spotted
mustang
;
that
simultaneously
flung
up
their
heads
,
neighing
as
they
did
so
.
Calhoun
was
discovered
.
"
Ha
!
cousin
Cash
!
"
cried
the
lady
,
betraying
more
of
pique
than
surprise
;
"
you
there
?
Where
's
father
,
and
Harry
,
and
the
rest
of
the
people
?
"
"
Why
do
you
ask
that
,
Loo
?
I
reckon
you
know
as
well
as
I.
"
"
What
!
have
n't
you
come
out
to
meet
us
?
And
they
too
--
ah
!
your
chestnut
is
all
in
a
sweat
!
He
looks
as
if
you
had
been
riding
a
long
race
--
like
ourselves
?
"
"
Of
coarse
he
has
.
I
followed
you
from
the
first
--
in
hopes
of
being
of
some
service
to
you
.
"
"
Indeed
!
I
did
not
know
that
you
were
after
us
.
Thank
you
,
cousin
!
I
've
just
been
saying
thanks
to
this
gallant
gentleman
,
who
also
came
after
,
and
has
been
good
enough
to
rescue
both
Luna
and
myself
from
a
very
unpleasant
dilemma
--
a
dreadful
danger
I
should
rather
call
it
.
Do
you
know
that
we
've
been
chased
by
a
drove
of
wild
steeds
,
and
had
actually
to
ride
for
our
lives
?
"
