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"
I
am
but
ill
deserving
thanks
,
"
was
his
rejoinder
,
"
thus
to
leave
you
with
a
chance
of
losing
your
way
.
But
,
as
I
've
told
you
,
my
time
is
measured
.
"
The
despatch-bearer
consulted
his
watch
--
as
though
not
a
little
reluctant
to
travel
alone
.
"
You
are
very
kind
,
sir
,
"
said
Poindexter
;
"
but
with
the
directions
you
have
given
us
,
I
think
we
shall
be
able
to
manage
.
The
sun
will
surely
show
us
--
"
"
No
:
now
I
look
at
the
sky
,
it
will
not
.
There
are
clouds
looming
up
on
the
north
.
In
an
hour
,
the
sun
may
be
obscured
--
at
all
events
,
before
you
can
get
within
sight
of
the
cypress
.
It
will
not
do
.
Stay
!
"
he
continued
,
after
a
reflective
pause
,
"
I
have
a
better
plan
still
:
follow
the
trail
of
my
lazo
!
"
While
speaking
,
he
had
lifted
the
coiled
rope
from
his
saddlebow
,
and
flung
the
loose
end
to
the
earth
--
the
other
being
secured
to
a
ring
in
the
pommel
.
Then
raising
his
hat
in
graceful
salutation
--
more
than
half
directed
towards
the
travelling
carriage
--
he
gave
the
spur
to
his
steed
;
and
once
more
bounded
off
over
the
prairie
.
The
lazo
,
lengthening
out
,
tightened
over
the
hips
of
his
horse
;
and
,
dragging
a
dozen
yards
behind
,
left
a
line
upon
the
cinereous
surface
--
as
if
some
slender
serpent
had
been
making
its
passage
across
the
plain
.
"
An
exceedingly
curious
fellow
!
"
remarked
the
planter
,
as
they
stood
gazing
after
the
horseman
,
fast
becoming
hidden
behind
a
cloud
of
sable
dust
.
"
I
ought
to
have
asked
him
his
name
?
"
"
An
exceedingly
conceited
fellow
,
I
should
say
,
"
muttered
Calhoun
;
who
had
not
failed
to
notice
the
glance
sent
by
the
stranger
in
the
direction
of
the
carriole
,
nor
that
which
had
challenged
it
.
"
As
to
his
name
,
I
do
n't
think
it
matters
much
.
It
might
n't
be
his
own
he
would
give
you
.
Texas
is
full
of
such
swells
,
who
take
new
names
when
they
get
here
--
by
way
of
improvement
,
if
for
no
better
reason
.
"
"
Come
,
cousin
Cash
,
"
protested
young
Poindexter
;
"
you
are
unjust
to
the
stranger
.
He
appears
to
be
educated
--
in
fact
,
a
gentleman
--
worthy
of
bearing
the
best
of
names
,
I
should
say
.
"
