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"
Mercy
!
"
exclaimed
Louise
,
in
a
tone
of
terror
,
more
affected
than
real
.
"
By
Indians
,
"
replied
Poindexter
.
"
Ah
--
Indians
,
indeed
!
Sometimes
it
may
be
;
and
sometimes
,
too
,
they
may
be
whites
who
play
at
that
game
--
not
all
Mexican
whites
,
neither
.
It
only
needs
a
bit
of
brown
paint
;
a
horsehair
wig
,
with
half
a
dozen
feathers
stuck
into
it
;
that
,
and
plenty
of
hullabalooing
.
If
we
were
to
be
robbed
by
a
party
of
white
Indians
,
it
would
n't
be
the
first
time
the
thing
's
been
done
.
We
as
good
as
half
deserve
it
--
for
our
greenness
,
in
trusting
too
much
to
a
stranger
.
"
"
Good
heavens
,
nephew
!
this
is
a
serious
accusation
.
Do
you
mean
to
say
that
the
despatch-rider
--
if
he
be
one
--
is
leading
us
into
--
into
an
ambuscade
?
"
"
No
,
uncle
;
I
do
n't
say
that
.
I
only
say
that
such
things
have
been
done
;
and
it
's
possible
he
may
.
"
"
But
not
probable
,
"
emphatically
interposed
the
voice
from
the
carriole
,
in
a
tone
tauntingly
quizzical
.
"
No
!
"
exclaimed
the
stripling
Henry
,
who
,
although
riding
a
few
paces
ahead
,
had
overheard
the
conversation
.
"
Your
suspicions
are
unjust
,
cousin
Cassius
.
I
pronounce
them
a
calumny
.
What
's
more
,
I
can
prove
them
so
.
Look
there
!
"
The
youth
had
reined
up
his
horse
,
and
was
pointing
to
an
object
placed
conspicuously
by
the
side
of
the
path
;
which
,
before
speaking
,
he
had
closely
scrutinised
.
It
was
a
tall
plant
of
the
columnar
cactus
,
whose
green
succulent
stem
had
escaped
scathing
by
the
fire
.
It
was
not
to
the
plant
itself
that
Henry
Poindexter
directed
the
attention
of
his
companions
;
but
to
a
small
white
disc
,
of
the
form
of
a
parallelogram
,
impaled
upon
one
of
its
spines
.
No
one
accustomed
to
the
usages
of
civilised
life
could
mistake
the
"
card
.
"
It
was
one
.
