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"
You
had
better
hasten
on
,
and
tell
him
so
.
My
horse
is
at
your
service
.
"
"
Ha
!
ha
!
ha
!
What
a
simpleton
you
show
yourself
!
Suppose
,
for
jesting
's
sake
,
I
did
have
a
fancy
to
overtake
this
prairie
postman
!
It
could
n't
be
done
upon
that
dull
steed
of
yours
:
not
a
bit
of
it
!
At
the
rate
he
is
going
,
he
and
his
blood-bay
will
be
out
of
sight
before
you
could
change
saddles
for
me
.
Oh
,
no
!
he
's
not
to
be
overtaken
by
me
,
however
much
I
might
like
it
;
and
perhaps
I
might
like
it
!
"
"
Do
n't
let
your
father
hear
you
talk
in
that
way
.
"
"
Do
n't
let
him
hear
you
talk
in
that
way
,
"
retorted
the
young
lady
,
for
the
first
time
speaking
in
a
serious
strain
.
"
Though
you
are
my
cousin
,
and
papa
may
think
you
the
pink
of
perfection
,
I
do
n't
--
not
I
!
I
never
told
you
I
did
--
did
I
?
"
A
frown
,
evidently
called
forth
by
some
unsatisfactory
reflection
,
was
the
only
reply
to
this
tantalising
interrogative
"
You
are
my
cousin
,
"
she
continued
,
in
a
tone
that
contrasted
strangely
with
the
levity
she
had
already
exhibited
,
"
but
you
are
nothing
more
--
nothing
more
--
Captain
Cassius
Calhoun
!
You
have
no
claim
to
be
my
counsellor
.
There
is
but
one
from
whom
I
am
in
duty
bound
to
take
advice
,
or
bear
reproach
.
I
therefore
beg
of
you
,
Master
Cash
,
that
you
will
not
again
presume
to
repeat
such
sentiments
--
as
those
you
have
just
favoured
me
with
.
I
shall
remain
mistress
of
my
own
thoughts
--
and
actions
,
too
--
till
I
have
found
a
master
who
can
control
them
.
It
is
not
you
!
"
Having
delivered
this
speech
,
with
eyes
flashing
--
half
angrily
,
half
contemptuously
--
upon
her
cousin
,
the
young
Creole
once
more
threw
herself
back
upon
the
cushions
of
the
carriole
.
The
closing
curtains
admonished
the
ex-officer
,
that
further
conversation
was
not
desired
.
Quailing
under
the
lash
of
indignant
innocence
,
he
was
only
too
happy
to
hear
the
loud
"
gee-on
"
of
the
teamsters
,
as
the
waggons
commenced
moving
over
the
sombre
surface
--
not
more
sombre
than
his
own
thoughts
.
The
travellers
felt
no
further
uneasiness
about
the
route
.
The
snake-like
trail
was
continuous
;
and
so
plain
that
a
child
might
have
followed
it
.
It
did
not
run
in
a
right
line
,
but
meandering
among
the
thickets
;
at
times
turning
out
of
the
way
,
in
places
where
the
ground
was
clear
of
timber
.
This
had
evidently
been
done
with
an
intent
to
avoid
obstruction
to
the
waggons
:
since
at
each
of
these
windings
the
travellers
could
perceive
that
there
were
breaks
,
or
other
inequalities
,
in
the
surface
.
