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"
How
should
I
know
?
"
answered
the
officer
appealed
to
.
"
Ask
her
cousin
,
Mr
Cassius
Calhoun
.
"
"
We
have
asked
him
,
but
without
getting
any
satisfaction
.
It
's
clear
he
knows
no
more
than
we
.
He
only
met
them
on
the
return
--
and
not
very
far
from
the
place
where
we
had
our
bivouac
.
They
were
gone
a
precious
long
time
;
and
judging
by
the
sweat
of
their
horses
they
must
have
had
a
hard
ride
of
it
.
They
might
have
been
to
the
Rio
Grande
,
for
that
matter
,
and
beyond
it
.
"
"
Did
you
notice
Calhoun
as
he
came
back
?
"
inquired
the
captain
of
infantry
.
"
There
was
a
scowl
upon
his
face
that
betokened
some
very
unpleasant
emotion
within
his
mind
,
I
should
say
.
"
"
He
did
look
rather
unhappy
,
"
replied
the
major
;
"
but
surely
,
Captain
Sloman
,
you
do
n't
attribute
it
to
--
?
"
"
Jealousy
.
I
do
,
and
nothing
else
.
"
"
What
!
of
Maurice
the
mustanger
?
Poh
--
poh
!
impossible
--
at
least
,
very
improbable
.
"
"
And
why
,
major
?
"
"
My
dear
Sloman
,
Louise
Poindexter
is
a
lady
,
and
Maurice
Gerald
--
"
"
May
be
a
gentleman
for
aught
that
is
known
to
the
contrary
.
"
