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"
There
's
another
figure
--
a
dark
one
--
by
her
side
.
"
"
It
appears
to
be
a
man
?
It
is
a
man
!
"
"
And
who
do
you
suppose
he
is
?
"
"
How
should
I
know
,
cousin
Cash
?
Do
you
?
"
"
I
do
.
That
man
is
Maurice
the
mustanger
!
"
"
And
the
woman
?
"
"
Is
Louise
--
your
sister
--
in
his
arms
!
"
As
if
a
shot
had
struck
him
through
the
heart
,
the
brother
bounded
upward
,
and
then
onward
,
along
the
path
.
"
Stay
!
"
said
Calhoun
,
catching
hold
of
,
and
restraining
him
.
"
You
forget
that
you
are
unarmed
!
The
fellow
,
I
know
,
has
weapons
upon
him
.
Take
this
,
and
this
,
"
continued
he
,
passing
his
own
knife
and
pistol
into
the
hands
of
his
cousin
.
"
I
should
have
used
them
myself
,
long
ere
this
;
but
I
thought
it
better
that
you
--
her
brother
--
should
be
the
avenger
of
your
sister
's
wrongs
.
On
,
my
boy
!
See
that
you
do
n't
hurt
her
;
but
take
care
not
to
lose
the
chance
at
him
.
Do
n't
give
him
a
word
of
warning
.
As
soon
as
they
are
separated
,
send
a
bullet
into
his
belly
;
and
if
all
six
should
fail
,
go
at
him
with
the
knife
.
I
'll
stay
near
,
and
take
care
of
you
,
if
you
should
get
into
danger
.
Now
!
Steal
upon
him
,
and
give
the
scoundrel
hell
!
"
It
needed
not
this
blasphemous
injunction
to
inspire
Henry
Poindexter
to
hasty
action
.
The
brother
of
a
sister
--
a
beautiful
sister
--
erring
,
undone
!
