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"
Oh
!
you
say
so
?
"
sharply
retorted
the
young
Creole
,
turning
disdainfully
towards
her
cousin
.
"
And
pray
,
sir
,
may
I
ask
of
what
service
your
company
would
be
to
me
in
the
event
of
my
encountering
the
Comanches
,
which
I
do
n't
believe
there
's
the
slightest
danger
of
my
doing
?
A
pretty
figure
we
'd
cut
--
the
pair
of
us
--
in
the
midst
of
a
war-party
of
painted
savages
!
Ha
!
ha
!
The
danger
would
be
yours
,
not
mine
:
since
I
should
certainly
ride
away
,
and
leave
you
to
your
own
devices
.
Danger
,
indeed
,
within
five
miles
of
the
house
!
If
there
's
a
horseman
in
Texas
--
savages
not
excepted
--
who
can
catch
up
with
my
little
Luna
in
a
five
mile
stretch
,
he
must
ride
a
swift
steed
;
which
is
more
than
you
do
,
Mr
Cash
!
"
"
Silence
,
daughter
!
"
commanded
Poindexter
.
"
Do
n't
let
me
hear
you
talk
in
that
absurd
strain
.
Take
no
notice
of
it
,
nephew
.
Even
if
there
were
no
danger
from
Indians
,
there
are
other
outlaws
in
these
parts
quite
as
much
to
be
shunned
as
they
Enough
that
I
forbid
you
to
ride
abroad
,
as
you
have
of
late
been
accustomed
to
do
.
"
"
Be
it
as
you
will
,
papa
,
"
rejoined
Louise
,
rising
from
the
breakfast-table
,
and
with
an
air
of
resignation
preparing
to
leave
the
room
.
"
Of
course
I
shall
obey
you
--
at
the
risk
of
losing
my
health
for
want
of
exercise
.
Go
,
Pluto
!
"
she
added
,
addressing
herself
to
the
darkey
,
who
still
stood
grinning
in
the
doorway
,
"
turn
Luna
loose
into
the
corral
--
the
pastures
--
anywhere
.
Let
her
stray
back
to
her
native
prairies
,
if
the
creature
be
so
inclined
;
she
's
no
longer
needed
here
.
"
With
this
speech
,
the
young
lady
swept
out
of
the
sala
,
leaving
the
three
gentlemen
,
who
still
retained
their
seats
by
the
table
,
to
reflect
upon
the
satire
intended
to
be
conveyed
by
her
words
.
They
were
not
the
last
to
which
she
gave
utterance
in
that
same
series
.
As
she
glided
along
the
corridor
leading
to
her
own
chamber
,
others
,
low
murmured
,
mechanically
escaped
from
her
lips
.
They
were
in
the
shape
of
interrogatories
--
a
string
of
them
self-asked
,
and
only
to
be
answered
by
conjecture
.
"
What
can
papa
have
heard
?
Is
it
but
his
suspicions
?
Can
any
one
have
told
him
?
Does
he
knew
that
we
have
met
?
"
Calhoun
took
his
departure
from
the
breakfast-table
,
almost
as
abruptly
as
his
cousin
;
but
,
on
leaving
the
sala
instead
of
returning
to
his
own
chamber
,
he
sallied
forth
from
the
house
.
Still
suffering
from
wounds
but
half
healed
,
he
was
nevertheless
sufficiently
convalescent
to
go
abroad
--
into
the
garden
,
to
the
stables
,
the
corrals
--
anywhere
around
the
house
.
On
the
present
occasion
,
his
excursion
was
intended
to
conduct
him
to
a
more
distant
point
.
As
if
under
the
stimulus
of
what
had
turned
up
in
the
conversation
--
or
perhaps
by
the
contents
of
the
letter
that
had
been
read
--
his
feebleness
seemed
for
the
time
to
have
forsaken
him
;
and
,
vigorously
plying
his
crutch
,
he
proceeded
up
the
river
in
the
direction
of
Fort
Inge
.
