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The
droll
conceit
,
which
has
so
oft
amused
the
nocturnal
inebriate
of
great
cities
,
appeared
to
produce
a
like
affect
upon
the
night
patroller
of
the
prairie
;
and
for
a
moment
the
shadow
,
late
darkening
his
brow
,
disappeared
.
It
returned
anon
;
as
he
stood
gazing
across
the
open
space
that
separated
him
from
the
river
bottom
--
beyond
which
lay
the
hacienda
of
Casa
del
Corvo
,
clearly
outlined
upon
the
opposite
bluff
,
"
If
there
should
be
any
one
stirring
about
the
place
?
It
's
not
likely
at
this
hour
;
unless
it
be
the
owner
of
a
bad
conscience
who
ca
n't
sleep
.
Troth
!
there
's
one
such
within
those
walls
.
If
he
be
abroad
there
's
a
good
chance
of
his
seeing
me
on
the
open
ground
;
not
that
I
should
care
a
straw
,
if
it
were
only
myself
to
be
compromised
.
By
Saint
Patrick
,
I
see
no
alternative
but
risk
it
!
It
's
no
use
waiting
upon
the
moon
,
deuce
take
her
!
She
do
n't
go
down
for
hours
;
and
there
's
not
the
sign
of
a
cloud
.
It
wo
n't
do
to
keep
her
waiting
.
No
;
I
must
chance
it
in
the
clear
light
.
Here
goes
?
"
Saying
this
,
with
a
swift
but
stealthy
step
,
the
dismounted
horseman
glided
across
the
treeless
tract
,
and
soon
readied
the
escarpment
of
the
cliff
,
that
formed
the
second
height
of
land
rising
above
the
channel
of
the
Leona
.
He
did
not
stay
ten
seconds
in
this
conspicuous
situation
;
but
by
a
path
that
zigzagged
down
the
bluff
--
and
with
which
he
appeared
familiar
--
he
descended
to
the
river
"
bottom
.
"
In
an
instant
after
he
stood
upon
the
bank
;
at
the
convexity
of
the
river
's
bend
,
and
directly
opposite
the
spot
where
a
skiff
was
moored
,
under
the
sombre
shadow
of
a
gigantic
cotton-tree
.
For
a
short
while
he
stood
gazing
across
the
stream
,
with
a
glance
that
told
of
scrutiny
.
He
was
scanning
the
shrubbery
on
the
other
side
;
in
the
endeavour
to
make
out
,
whether
any
one
was
concealed
beneath
its
shadow
.
Becoming
satisfied
that
no
one
was
there
,
he
raised
the
loop-end
of
his
lazo
--
for
it
was
this
he
carried
over
his
arm
--
and
giving
it
half
a
dozen
whirls
in
the
air
,
cast
it
across
the
stream
.
The
noose
settled
over
the
cutwater
of
the
skiff
;
and
closing
around
the
stem
,
enabled
him
to
tow
the
tiny
craft
to
the
side
on
which
he
stood
.
Stepping
in
,
he
took
hold
of
a
pair
of
oars
that
lay
along
the
planking
at
the
bottom
;
and
,
placing
them
between
the
thole-pins
,
pulled
the
boat
back
to
its
moorings
.
Leaping
out
,
he
secured
it
as
it
had
been
before
,
against
the
drift
of
the
current
;
and
then
,
taking
stand
under
the
shadow
of
the
cotton-tree
,
he
appeared
to
await
either
a
signal
,
or
the
appearance
of
some
one
,
expected
by
appointment
.
His
manoeuvres
up
to
this
moment
,
had
they
been
observed
,
might
have
rendered
him
amenable
to
the
suspicion
that
he
was
a
housebreaker
,
about
to
"
crack
the
crib
"
of
Casa
del
Corvo
.
