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"
Not
much
kindness
in
that
.
By
the
merest
chance
I
came
upon
your
trail
,
as
I
was
crossing
the
prairie
.
I
saw
you
were
going
astray
;
and
have
ridden
this
way
to
set
you
right
.
"
"
It
is
very
good
of
you
.
We
shall
be
most
thankful
,
sir
.
My
name
is
Poindexter
--
Woodley
Poindexter
,
of
Louisiana
.
I
have
purchased
a
property
on
the
Leona
river
,
near
Fort
Inge
.
We
were
in
hopes
of
reaching
it
before
nightfall
.
Can
we
do
so
?
"
"
There
is
nothing
to
hinder
you
:
if
you
follow
the
instructions
I
shall
give
.
"
On
saying
this
,
the
stranger
rode
a
few
paces
apart
;
and
appeared
to
scrutinise
the
country
--
as
if
to
determine
the
direction
which
the
travellers
should
take
.
Poised
conspicuously
upon
the
crest
of
the
ridge
,
horse
and
man
presented
a
picture
worthy
of
skilful
delineation
.
A
steed
,
such
as
might
have
been
ridden
by
an
Arab
sheik
--
blood-bay
in
colour
--
broad
in
counter
--
with
limbs
clean
as
culms
of
cane
,
and
hips
of
elliptical
outline
,
continued
into
a
magnificent
tail
sweeping
rearward
like
a
rainbow
:
on
his
back
a
rider
--
a
young
man
of
not
more
than
five-and-twenty
--
of
noble
form
and
features
;
habited
in
the
picturesque
costume
of
a
Mexican
ranchero
--
spencer
jacket
of
velveteen
--
calzoneros
laced
along
the
seams
--
calzoncillos
of
snow-white
lawn
--
botas
of
buff
leather
,
heavily
spurred
at
the
heels
--
around
the
waist
a
scarf
of
scarlet
crape
;
and
on
his
head
a
hat
of
black
glaze
,
banded
with
gold
bullion
.
Picture
to
yourself
a
horseman
thus
habited
;
seated
in
a
deep
tree-saddle
,
of
Moorish
shape
and
Mexican
manufacture
,
with
housings
of
leather
stamped
in
antique
patterns
,
such
as
were
worn
by
the
caparisoned
steeds
of
the
Conquistadores
;
picture
to
yourself
such
a
cavallero
,
and
you
will
have
before
your
mind
's
eye
a
counterpart
of
him
,
upon
whom
the
planter
and
his
people
were
gazing
.
Through
the
curtains
of
the
travelling
carriage
he
was
regarded
with
glances
that
spoke
of
a
singular
sentiment
.
For
the
first
time
in
her
life
,
Louise
Poindexter
looked
upon
that
--
hitherto
known
only
to
her
imagination
--
a
man
of
heroic
mould
.
Proud
might
he
have
been
,
could
he
have
guessed
the
interest
which
his
presence
was
exciting
in
the
breast
of
the
young
Creole
.
He
could
not
,
and
did
not
.
He
was
not
even
aware
of
her
existence
.
He
had
only
glanced
at
the
dust-bedaubed
vehicle
in
passing
--
as
one
might
look
upon
the
rude
incrustation
of
an
oyster
,
without
suspecting
that
a
precious
pearl
may
lie
gleaming
inside
.
"
By
my
faith
!
"
he
declared
,
facing
round
to
the
owner
of
the
waggons
,
"
I
can
discover
no
landmarks
for
you
to
steer
by
.
For
all
that
,
I
can
find
the
way
myself
.
You
will
have
to
cross
the
Leona
five
miles
below
the
Fort
;
and
,
as
I
have
to
go
by
the
crossing
myself
,
you
can
follow
the
tracks
of
my
horse
.
Good
day
,
gentlemen
!
"
