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This
observation
appeared
to
be
more
particularly
pointed
at
the
planter
and
his
nephew
;
as
the
tracker
,
on
making
it
,
glanced
furtively
towards
both
.
"
By
all
means
,
"
replied
the
major
.
"
Yes
,
Spangler
,
you
shall
have
every
facility
for
your
work
.
Gentlemen
!
may
I
request
you
to
remain
where
you
are
for
a
few
minutes
.
My
tracker
,
here
,
has
to
go
through
a
performance
that
requires
him
to
have
the
ground
to
himself
.
He
can
only
take
me
along
with
him
.
"
Of
course
the
major
's
request
was
a
command
,
courteously
conveyed
,
to
men
who
were
not
exactly
his
subordinates
.
It
was
obeyed
,
however
,
just
as
if
they
had
been
;
and
one
and
all
kept
their
places
,
while
the
officer
,
following
his
scout
,
rode
away
from
the
ground
.
About
fifty
yards
further
on
,
Spangler
came
to
a
stand
.
"
You
see
that
,
major
?
"
said
he
,
pointing
to
the
ground
.
"
I
should
be
blind
if
I
did
n't
,
"
replied
the
officer
.
"
A
pool
of
blood
--
as
you
say
,
big
enough
to
have
emptied
the
veins
of
a
buffalo
.
If
it
has
come
from
those
of
a
man
,
I
should
say
that
whoever
shed
it
is
no
longer
in
the
land
of
the
living
.
"
"
Dead
!
"
pronounced
the
tracker
.
"
Dead
before
that
blood
had
turned
purple
--
as
it
is
now
.
"
"
Whose
do
you
think
it
is
,
Spangler
?
"
"
That
of
the
man
we
're
in
search
of
--
the
son
of
the
old
gentleman
down
there
.
That
's
why
I
did
n't
wish
him
to
come
forward
.
"
