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With
these
data
to
proceed
upon
the
ex-captain
had
called
the
Mexican
to
his
counsels
,
and
the
two
were
often
closeted
together
in
the
chamber
of
the
invalid
.
There
was
nothing
in
all
this
to
excite
suspicion
--
even
had
Calhoun
cared
for
that
.
His
visitor
was
a
dealer
in
horses
and
horned
cattle
.
Some
transaction
in
horseflesh
might
be
going
on
between
them
.
So
any
one
would
have
supposed
.
And
so
for
a
time
thought
the
Mexican
himself
:
for
in
their
first
interview
,
but
little
other
business
was
transacted
between
them
.
The
astute
Mississippian
knew
better
than
to
declare
his
ultimate
designs
to
a
stranger
;
who
,
after
completing
an
advantageous
horse-trade
,
was
well
supplied
with
whatever
he
chose
to
drink
,
and
cunningly
cross-questioned
as
to
the
relations
in
which
he
stood
towards
Maurice
the
mustanger
.
In
that
first
interview
,
the
ex-officer
volunteers
learnt
enough
,
to
know
that
he
might
depend
upon
his
man
for
any
service
he
might
require
--
even
to
the
committal
of
murder
.
The
Mexican
made
no
secret
of
his
heartfelt
hostility
to
the
young
mustanger
He
did
not
declare
the
exact
cause
of
it
;
but
Calhoun
could
guess
,
by
certain
innuendos
introduced
during
the
conversation
,
that
it
was
the
same
as
that
by
which
he
was
himself
actuated
--
the
same
to
which
may
be
traced
almost
every
quarrel
that
has
occurred
among
men
,
from
Troy
to
Texas
--
a
woman
!
The
Helen
in
this
case
appeared
to
be
some
dark-eyed
donçella
dwelling
upon
the
Rio
Grande
,
where
Maurice
had
been
in
the
habit
of
making
an
occasional
visit
,
in
whose
eyes
he
had
found
favour
,
to
the
disadvantage
of
her
own
conpaisano
.
The
Mexican
did
not
give
the
name
;
and
Calhoun
,
as
he
listened
to
his
explanations
,
only
hoped
in
his
heart
that
the
damsel
who
had
slighted
him
might
have
won
the
heart
of
his
rival
.
During
his
days
of
convalescence
,
several
interviews
had
taken
place
between
the
ex-captain
and
the
intended
accomplice
in
his
purposes
of
vengeance
--
enough
,
one
might
suppose
,
to
have
rendered
them
complete
.
Whether
they
were
so
,
or
not
,
and
what
the
nature
of
their
hellish
designs
,
were
things
known
only
to
the
brace
of
kindred
confederates
.
The
outside
world
but
knew
that
Captain
Cassius
Calhoun
and
Miguel
Diaz
--
known
by
the
nickname
"
El
Coyote
,
"
appeared
to
have
taken
a
fancy
for
keeping
each
other
's
company
;
while
the
more
respectable
portion
of
it
wondered
at
such
an
ill-starred
association
.
There
are
no
sluggards
on
a
Texan
plantation
.
The
daybreak
begins
the
day
;
and
the
bell
,
conch
,
or
cow-horn
,
that
summons
the
dark-skinned
proletarians
to
their
toil
,
is
alike
the
signal
for
their
master
to
forsake
his
more
luxurious
couch
.
