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As
the
two
disappeared
within
the
doorway
,
a
third
figure
,
hitherto
crouching
among
the
shrubbery
,
was
seen
to
rise
erect
,
and
follow
them
up
the
stone
steps
.
This
last
was
their
cousin
,
Cassius
Calhoun
.
He
,
too
,
had
thoughts
of
going
after
the
mustanger
.
"
The
chicken-hearted
fool
!
Fool
myself
,
to
have
trusted
to
such
a
hope
!
I
might
have
known
she
'd
cajole
the
young
calf
,
and
let
the
scoundrel
escape
.
I
could
have
shot
him
from
behind
the
tree
--
dead
as
a
drowned
rat
!
And
without
risking
anything
--
even
disgrace
!
Not
a
particle
of
risk
.
Uncle
Woodley
would
have
thanked
me
--
the
whole
settlement
would
have
said
I
had
done
right
.
My
cousin
,
a
young
lady
,
betrayed
by
a
common
scamp
--
a
horse
,
trader
--
who
would
have
said
a
word
against
it
?
Such
a
chance
!
Why
have
I
missed
it
?
Death
and
the
devil
--
it
may
not
trump
up
again
!
"
Such
were
the
reflections
of
the
ex-captain
of
cavalry
,
while
at
some
paces
distance
following
his
two
cousins
on
their
return
to
the
hacienda
.
"
I
wonder
,
"
muttered
he
,
on
re-entering
the
patio
,
"
whether
the
blubbering
baby
be
in
earnest
?
Going
after
to
apologise
to
the
man
who
has
made
a
fool
of
his
sister
!
Ha
--
ha
!
It
would
be
a
good
joke
were
it
not
too
serious
to
be
laughed
at
.
He
is
in
earnest
,
else
why
that
row
in
the
stable
?
'
Tis
he
bringing
but
his
horse
!
It
is
,
by
the
Almighty
!
"
The
door
of
the
stable
,
as
is
customary
in
Mexican
haciendas
opened
upon
the
paved
patio
.
It
was
standing
ajar
;
but
just
as
Calhoun
turned
his
eye
upon
it
,
a
man
coming
from
the
inside
pushed
it
wide
open
;
and
then
stepped
over
the
threshold
,
with
a
saddled
horse
following
close
after
him
.
The
man
had
a
Panama
hat
upon
his
head
,
and
a
cloak
thrown
loosely
around
his
shoulders
.
This
did
not
hinder
Calhoun
from
recognising
his
cousin
Henry
,
as
also
the
dark
brown
horse
that
belonged
to
him
.
"
Fool
!
So
--
you
've
let
him
off
?
"
spitefully
muttered
the
ex-captain
,
as
the
other
came
within
whispering
distance
.
"
Give
me
back
my
bowie
and
pistol
.
They
're
not
toys
suited
to
such
delicate
fingers
as
yours
!
Bah
!
Why
did
you
not
use
them
as
I
told
you
?
You
've
made
a
mess
of
it
!
"
"
I
have
,
"
tranquilly
responded
the
young
planter
.
"
I
know
it
.
I
've
insulted
--
and
grossly
too
--
a
noble
fellow
.
"
