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Thus
abruptly
bidding
adieu
,
he
pressed
the
spur
against
the
side
of
his
steed
;
and
started
off
at
a
gallop
.
An
unexpected
--
almost
uncourteous
departure
!
So
thought
the
planter
and
his
people
.
They
had
no
time
to
make
observations
upon
it
,
before
the
stranger
was
seen
returning
towards
them
!
In
ten
seconds
he
was
again
in
their
presence
--
all
listening
to
learn
what
had
brought
him
back
.
"
I
fear
the
tracks
of
my
horse
may
prove
of
little
service
to
you
.
The
mustangs
have
been
this
way
,
since
the
fire
.
They
have
made
hoof-marks
by
the
thousand
.
Mine
are
shod
;
but
,
as
you
are
not
accustomed
to
trailing
,
you
may
not
be
able
to
distinguish
them
--
the
more
so
,
that
in
these
dry
ashes
all
horse-tracks
are
so
nearly
alike
.
"
"
What
are
we
to
do
?
"
despairingly
asked
the
planter
.
"
I
am
sorry
,
Mr
Poindexter
,
I
can
not
stay
to
conduct
you
,
I
am
riding
express
,
with
a
despatch
for
the
Fort
.
If
you
should
lose
my
trail
,
keep
the
sun
on
your
right
shoulders
:
so
that
your
shadows
may
fall
to
the
left
,
at
an
angle
of
about
fifteen
degrees
to
your
line
of
march
.
Go
straight
forward
for
about
five
miles
.
You
will
then
come
in
sight
of
the
top
of
a
tall
tree
--
a
cypress
.
You
will
know
it
by
its
leaves
being
in
the
red
.
Head
direct
for
this
tree
.
It
stands
on
the
bank
of
the
river
;
and
close
by
is
the
crossing
.
"
The
young
horseman
,
once
more
drawing
up
his
reins
,
was
about
to
ride
off
;
when
something
caused
him
to
linger
.
It
was
a
pair
of
dark
lustrous
eyes
--
observed
by
him
for
the
first
time
--
glancing
through
the
curtains
of
the
travelling
carriage
.
Their
owner
was
in
shadow
;
but
there
was
light
enough
to
show
that
they
were
set
in
a
countenance
of
surpassing
loveliness
.
He
perceived
,
moreover
,
that
they
were
turned
upon
himself
--
fixed
,
as
he
fancied
,
in
an
expression
that
betokened
interest
--
almost
tenderness
!
He
returned
it
with
an
involuntary
glance
of
admiration
,
which
he
made
but
an
awkward
attempt
to
conceal
.
Lest
it
might
be
mistaken
for
rudeness
,
he
suddenly
faced
round
;
and
once
more
addressed
himself
to
the
planter
--
who
had
just
finished
thanking
him
for
his
civility
.
