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"
'
Tis
very
mysterious
,
"
remarked
the
major
.
"
It
is
,
by
jingo
!
"
"
And
the
body
,
too
;
where
can
it
be
?
"
"
That
's
what
purplexes
me
most
of
all
.
If
'
t
had
been
Indyins
,
I
would
n't
a
thought
much
o
'
its
being
missin
'
.
They
might
a
carried
the
man
off
wi
them
to
make
a
target
of
him
,
if
only
wounded
;
and
if
dead
,
to
eat
him
,
maybe
.
But
there
's
been
no
Indyins
here
--
not
a
redskin
.
Take
my
word
for
it
,
major
,
one
o
'
the
two
men
who
rid
these
horses
has
wiped
out
the
other
;
and
sartinly
he
have
wiped
him
out
in
the
litterlest
sense
o
'
the
word
.
What
he
's
done
wi
'
the
body
beats
me
;
and
perhaps
only
hisself
can
tell
.
"
"
Most
strange
!
"
exclaimed
the
major
,
pronouncing
the
words
with
emphasis
--
"
most
mysterious
!
"
"
It
's
possible
we
may
yet
unravel
some
o
'
the
mystery
,
"
pursued
Spangler
.
"
We
must
follow
up
the
tracks
of
the
horses
,
after
they
started
from
this
--
that
is
,
from
where
the
deed
was
done
.
We
may
make
something
out
of
that
.
There
's
nothing
more
to
be
learnt
here
.
We
may
as
well
go
back
,
major
.
Am
I
to
tell
him
?
"
"
Mr
Poindexter
,
you
mean
?
"
"
Yes
.
You
are
convinced
that
his
son
is
the
man
who
has
been
murdered
?
"
"
Oh
,
no
;
not
so
much
as
that
comes
to
.
Only
convinced
that
the
horse
the
old
gentleman
is
now
riding
is
one
of
the
two
that
's
been
over
this
ground
last
night
--
the
States
horse
I
feel
sure
.
I
have
compared
the
tracks
;
and
if
young
Poindexter
was
the
man
who
was
on
his
back
,
I
fear
there
's
not
much
chance
for
the
poor
fellow
.
It
looks
ugly
that
the
other
rid
after
him
.
"
