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Whence
came
that
horse
?
From
the
prairies
.
The
negro
had
caught
him
,
on
the
outside
plain
,
as
,
with
the
bridle
trailing
among
his
feet
,
he
was
instinctively
straying
towards
the
hacienda
.
To
whom
did
he
belong
?
The
question
was
not
asked
.
All
present
knew
him
to
be
the
horse
of
Henry
Poindexter
.
Nor
did
any
one
ask
whose
blood
bedaubed
the
saddle-flaps
The
three
individuals
most
interested
could
think
only
of
that
one
,
who
stood
to
them
in
the
triple
relationship
of
son
,
brother
,
and
cousin
.
The
dark
red
spots
on
which
they
were
distractedly
gazing
had
spurted
from
the
veins
of
Henry
Poindexter
.
They
had
no
other
thought
.
Hastily
--
perhaps
too
truly
--
construing
the
sinister
evidence
,
the
half-frantic
father
leaped
into
the
bloody
saddle
,
and
galloped
direct
for
the
Fort
.
Calhoun
,
upon
his
own
horse
,
followed
close
after
.
The
hue
and
cry
soon
spread
abroad
.
Rapid
riders
carried
it
up
and
down
the
river
,
to
the
remotest
plantations
of
the
settlement
.
