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But
as
there
was
no
dew
on
that
particular
night
--
nor
any
outlying
settlement
in
the
direction
he
was
heading
to
--
the
horseman
was
more
like
to
have
been
a
real
traveller
--
en
route
for
some
distant
point
upon
the
prairies
.
For
all
this
he
did
not
appear
to
be
in
haste
;
or
uneasy
as
to
the
hour
at
which
he
might
reach
his
destination
.
On
the
contrary
,
he
seemed
absorbed
in
some
thought
,
that
linked
itself
with
the
past
;
sufficiently
engrossing
to
render
him
unobservant
of
outward
objects
,
and
negligent
in
the
management
of
his
horse
.
The
latter
,
with
the
rein
lying
loosely
upon
his
neck
,
was
left
to
take
his
own
way
;
though
instead
of
stopping
,
or
straying
,
he
kept
steadily
on
,
as
if
over
ground
oft
trodden
before
.
Thus
leaving
the
animal
to
its
own
guidance
,
and
pressing
it
neither
with
whip
nor
spur
,
the
traveller
rode
tranquilly
over
the
prairie
,
till
lost
to
view
--
not
by
the
intervention
of
any
object
,
but
solely
through
the
dimness
of
the
light
,
where
the
moon
became
misty
in
the
far
distance
.
Almost
on
the
instant
of
his
disappearance
--
and
as
if
the
latter
had
been
taken
for
a
cue
--
a
second
horseman
spurred
out
from
the
suburbs
of
the
village
;
and
proceeded
along
the
same
path
.
From
the
fact
of
his
being
habited
in
a
fashion
to
defend
him
against
the
chill
air
of
the
night
,
he
too
might
have
been
taken
for
a
traveller
.
A
cloak
clasped
across
his
breast
hung
over
his
shoulders
,
its
ample
skirts
draping
backward
to
the
hips
of
his
horse
.
Unlike
the
horseman
who
had
preceded
him
,
he
showed
signs
of
haste
--
plying
both
whip
and
spur
as
he
pressed
on
.
He
appeared
intent
on
overtaking
some
one
.
It
might
be
the
individual
whose
form
had
just
faded
out
of
sight
?
