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The
creature
appeared
to
have
made
its
first
bound
from
under
the
counter
of
the
horse
--
a
splendid
animal
,
that
,
in
a
moment
after
,
was
going
at
full
gallop
in
pursuit
of
the
affrighted
"
pronghorn
;
"
while
his
rider
,
with
her
rebozo
suddenly
flung
from
her
face
,
its
fringed
ends
streaming
behind
her
back
,
was
seen
describing
,
with
her
right
arm
,
a
series
of
circular
sweeps
in
the
air
!
"
What
is
the
woman
going
to
do
?
"
was
the
muttered
interrogatory
of
the
spectator
upon
the
house-top
.
"
Ha
!
As
I
live
,
'
tis
a
lazo
!
"
The
señora
was
not
long
in
giving
proof
of
skill
in
the
use
of
the
national
implement
:
--
by
flinging
its
noose
around
the
antelope
's
neck
,
and
throwing
the
creature
in
its
tracks
!
The
attendant
rode
up
to
the
place
where
it
lay
struggling
;
dismounted
from
his
mule
;
and
,
stooping
over
the
prostrate
pronghorn
,
appeared
to
administer
the
coup
de
grace
.
Then
,
flinging
the
carcass
over
the
croup
of
his
saddle
,
he
climbed
back
upon
his
mule
,
and
spurred
after
his
mistress
--
who
had
already
recovered
her
lazo
,
readjusted
her
scarf
,
and
was
riding
onward
,
as
if
nothing
had
occurred
worth
waiting
for
!
It
was
at
that
moment
--
when
the
noose
was
seen
circling
in
the
air
--
that
the
shadow
had
reappeared
upon
the
countenance
or
the
Creole
.
It
was
not
surprise
that
caused
it
,
but
an
emotion
of
a
different
character
--
a
thought
far
more
unpleasant
.
Nor
did
it
pass
speedily
away
It
was
still
there
--
though
a
white
hand
holding
the
lorgnette
to
her
eye
might
have
hindered
it
from
being
seen
--
still
there
,
as
long
as
the
mounted
figures
were
visible
upon
the
open
road
;
and
even
after
they
had
passed
out
of
sight
behind
the
screening
of
the
acacias
.
"
I
wonder
--
oh
,
I
wonder
if
it
be
she
!
My
own
age
,
he
said
--
not
quite
so
tall
.
The
description
suits
--
so
far
as
one
may
judge
at
this
distance
.
Has
her
home
on
the
Rio
Grande
.
Comes
occasionally
to
the
Leona
,
to
visit
some
relatives
.
Who
are
they
?
Why
did
I
not
ask
him
the
name
?
I
wonder
--
oh
,
I
wonder
if
it
be
she
!
"
For
some
minutes
after
the
lady
of
the
lazo
and
her
attendant
had
passed
out
of
sight
,
Louise
Poindexter
pursued
the
train
of
reflection
--
started
by
the
somewhat
singular
episode
of
which
she
had
been
spectator
.
Her
attitude
,
and
air
,
of
continued
dejection
told
that
her
thoughts
had
not
been
directed
into
a
more
cheerful
channel
.
Rather
the
reverse
.
Once
or
twice
before
had
her
mind
given
way
to
imaginings
,
connected
with
that
accomplished
equestrienne
;
and
more
than
once
had
she
speculated
upon
her
purpose
in
riding
up
the
road
.
The
incident
just
witnessed
had
suddenly
changed
her
conjectures
into
suspicions
of
an
exceedingly
unpleasant
nature
.
