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One
of
the
four
was
a
man
of
larger
frame
than
any
of
his
companions
.
He
rode
a
better
horse
;
was
more
richly
apparelled
;
carried
upon
his
person
arms
and
equipments
of
a
superior
finish
;
and
was
otherwise
distinguished
,
so
as
to
leave
no
doubt
about
his
being
the
leader
of
the
cuartilla
.
He
was
a
man
of
between
thirty
and
forty
years
of
age
,
nearer
to
the
latter
than
the
former
;
though
a
smooth
,
rounded
cheek
--
furnished
with
a
short
and
carefully
trimmed
whisker
--
gave
him
the
appearance
of
being
younger
than
he
was
.
But
for
a
cold
animal
eye
,
and
a
heaviness
of
feature
that
betrayed
a
tendency
to
behave
with
brutality
--
if
not
with
positive
cruelty
--
the
individual
in
question
might
have
been
described
as
handsome
.
A
well
formed
mouth
,
with
twin
rows
of
white
teeth
between
the
lips
,
even
when
these
were
exhibited
in
a
smile
,
did
not
remove
this
unpleasant
impression
.
It
but
reminded
the
beholder
of
the
sardonic
grin
that
may
have
been
given
by
Satan
,
when
,
after
the
temptation
had
succeeded
,
he
gazed
contemptuously
back
upon
the
mother
of
mankind
.
It
was
not
his
looks
that
had
led
to
his
having
become
known
among
his
comrades
by
a
peculiar
nick-name
;
that
of
an
animal
well
known
upon
the
plains
of
Texas
.
His
deeds
and
disposition
had
earned
for
him
the
unenviable
soubriquet
"
El
Coyote
.
"
How
came
he
to
be
crossing
the
prairie
at
this
early
hour
of
the
morning
--
apparently
sober
,
and
acting
as
the
leader
of
others
--
when
on
the
same
morning
,
but
a
few
hours
before
,
he
was
seen
drunk
in
his
jacalé
--
so
drunk
as
to
be
unconscious
of
having
a
visitor
,
or
,
at
all
events
,
incapable
of
giving
that
visitor
a
civil
reception
?
The
change
of
situation
though
sudden
--
and
to
some
extent
strange
--
is
not
so
difficult
of
explanation
.
It
will
be
understood
after
an
account
has
been
given
of
his
movements
,
from
the
time
of
Calhoun
's
leaving
him
,
till
the
moment
of
meeting
him
in
the
saddle
,
in
company
with
his
three
conpaisanos
.
On
riding
away
from
his
hut
,
Calhoun
had
left
the
door
,
as
he
had
found
it
,
ajar
;
and
in
this
way
did
it
remain
until
the
morning
--
El
Coyote
all
the
time
continuing
his
sonorous
slumber
.
At
daybreak
he
was
aroused
by
the
raw
air
that
came
drifting
over
him
in
the
shape
of
a
chilly
fog
.
This
to
some
extent
sobered
him
;
and
,
springing
up
from
his
skin-covered
truck
,
he
commenced
staggering
over
the
floor
--
all
the
while
uttering
anathemas
against
the
cold
,
and
the
door
for
letting
it
in
.
