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And
yet
the
hut
is
inhabited
.
But
a
man
may
get
drunk
beyond
the
power
of
speech
,
snoring
,
or
even
audibly
breathing
;
and
in
this
condition
is
the
tenant
of
the
jacalé
.
The
four
Comanches
steal
up
to
the
door
;
and
in
skulking
attitudes
scrutinise
it
.
It
is
shut
;
but
there
are
chinks
at
the
sides
.
To
these
the
savages
set
their
ears
--
all
at
the
same
time
--
and
stand
silently
listening
.
No
snoring
,
no
breathing
,
no
noise
of
any
kind
!
"
It
is
possible
,
"
says
their
chief
to
the
follower
nearest
him
--
speaking
in
a
whisper
,
but
in
good
grammatical
Castilian
,
"
just
possible
he
has
not
yet
got
home
;
though
by
the
time
of
his
starting
he
should
have
reached
here
long
before
this
.
He
may
have
ridden
out
again
?
Now
I
remember
:
there
's
a
horse-shed
at
the
back
.
If
the
man
be
inside
the
house
,
the
beast
should
be
found
in
the
shed
.
Stay
here
,
camarados
,
till
I
go
round
and
see
.
"
Six
seconds
suffice
to
examine
the
substitute
for
a
stable
.
No
horse
in
it
.
As
many
more
are
spent
in
scrutinising
the
path
that
leads
to
it
.
No
horse
has
been
there
--
at
least
not
lately
.
These
points
determined
,
the
chief
returns
to
his
followers
--
still
standing
by
the
doorway
in
front
.
"
Maldito
!
"
he
exclaims
,
giving
freer
scope
to
his
voice
,
"
he
's
not
here
,
nor
has
he
been
this
day
.
"
"
We
had
better
go
inside
,
and
make
sure
?
"
suggests
one
of
the
common
warriors
,
in
Spanish
fairly
pronounced
.
"
There
can
be
no
harm
in
our
seeing
how
the
Irlandes
has
housed
himself
out
here
?
"
