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"
Did
you
leap
it
?
"
inquired
the
laugher
,
suddenly
changing
tone
.
"
Did
you
follow
us
any
farther
?
"
"
No
,
Loo
.
From
the
crevasse
I
came
direct
here
,
thinking
you
had
got
back
before
me
.
That
's
how
I
've
chanced
to
come
up
with
you
.
"
The
answer
appeared
to
give
satisfaction
.
"
Ah
!
I
'm
glad
you
've
overtaken
us
.
We
've
been
riding
slowly
.
Luna
is
so
tired
.
Poor
thing
!
I
do
n't
know
how
I
shall
ever
get
her
back
to
the
Leona
.
"
Since
the
moment
of
being
joined
by
Calhoun
,
the
mustanger
had
not
spoken
a
word
.
However
pleasant
may
have
been
his
previous
intercourse
with
the
young
Creole
,
he
had
relinquished
it
,
without
any
apparent
reluctance
;
and
was
now
riding
silently
in
the
advance
,
as
if
by
tacit
understanding
he
had
returned
to
the
performance
of
the
part
for
which
he
had
been
originally
engaged
.
For
all
that
,
the
eye
of
the
ex-captain
was
bent
blightingly
upon
him
--
at
times
in
a
demoniac
glare
--
when
he
saw
--
or
fancied
--
that
another
eye
was
turned
admiringly
in
the
same
direction
.
A
long
journey
performed
by
that
trio
of
travellers
might
have
led
to
a
tragical
termination
.
Such
finale
was
prevented
by
the
appearance
of
the
picknickers
;
who
soon
after
surrounding
the
returned
runaway
,
put
to
flight
every
other
thought
by
the
chorus
of
their
congratulations
.
In
the
embryo
city
springing
up
under
the
protection
of
Fort
Inge
,
the
"
hotel
"
was
the
most
conspicuous
building
.
This
is
but
the
normal
condition
of
every
Texan
town
--
whether
new
or
founded
forty
years
ago
;
and
none
are
older
,
except
the
sparse
cities
of
Hispano-Mexican
origin
--
where
the
presidio
and
convent
took
precedence
,
now
surpassed
by
,
and
in
some
instances
transformed
into
,
the
"
tavern
.
"
The
Fort
Inge
establishment
,
though
the
largest
building
in
the
place
,
was
,
nevertheless
,
neither
very
grand
nor
imposing
.
Its
exterior
had
but
little
pretence
to
architectural
style
.
It
was
a
structure
of
hewn
logs
,
having
for
ground-plan
the
letter
T
according
to
the
grotesque
alphabet
--
the
shank
being
used
for
eating
and
sleeping
rooms
,
while
the
head
was
a
single
apartment
entirely
devoted
to
drinking
--
smoking
and
expectorating
included
.
This
last
was
the
bar-room
,
or
"
saloon
.
"
The
sign
outside
,
swinging
from
the
trunk
of
a
post-oak
,
that
had
been
pollarded
some
ten
feet
above
the
ground
,
exhibited
on
both
sides
the
likeness
of
a
well
known
military
celebrity
--
the
hero
of
that
quarter
of
the
globe
--
General
Zachariah
Taylor
.
It
did
not
need
looking
at
the
lettering
beneath
to
ascertain
the
name
of
the
hotel
.
Under
the
patronage
of
such
a
portrait
it
could
only
be
called
"
Rough
and
Ready
.
"
