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"
Do
you
think
it
's
an
Indian
in
disguise
?
"
urged
the
officer
,
pressing
him
for
an
answer
.
"
I
know
no
more
than
yourself
,
major
,
"
replied
he
.
"
It
should
be
somethin'
of
that
kind
:
for
what
else
can
it
be
?
It
must
eyther
be
a
man
,
or
a
dummy
!
"
"
That
's
it
--
a
dummy
!
"
cried
several
,
evidently
relieved
by
his
hypothesis
.
"
Whatsomever
it
is
--
man
,
dummy
,
or
devil
,
"
said
the
frontiersman
,
who
had
already
pronounced
upon
it
,
"
thar
's
no
reason
why
we
should
be
frightened
from
followin
'
its
trail
.
Has
it
left
any
,
I
wonder
?
"
"
If
it
has
,
"
replied
Spangler
,
"
we
'll
soon
see
.
Ours
goes
the
same
way
--
so
fur
as
can
be
judged
from
here
.
Shall
we
move
forr
'
ad
,
major
?
"
"
By
all
means
.
We
must
not
be
turned
from
our
purpose
by
a
trifle
like
that
.
Forward
!
"
The
horsemen
again
advanced
--
some
of
them
not
without
a
show
of
reluctance
.
There
were
among
them
men
,
who
,
if
left
to
themselves
,
would
have
taken
the
back
track
.
Of
this
number
was
Calhoun
,
who
,
from
the
first
moment
of
sighting
the
strange
apparition
,
had
shown
signs
of
affright
even
beyond
the
rest
of
his
companions
.
His
eyes
had
suddenly
assumed
an
unnatural
glassiness
;
his
lips
were
white
as
ashes
;
while
his
drooping
jaw
laid
bare
two
rows
of
teeth
,
which
he
appeared
with
difficulty
to
restrain
from
chattering
!
But
for
the
universal
confusion
,
his
wild
manner
might
have
been
observed
.
So
long
as
the
singular
form
was
in
sight
,
there
were
eyes
only
for
it
;
and
when
it
had
at
length
disappeared
,
and
the
party
advanced
along
the
trail
,
the
ex-captain
hung
back
,
riding
unobserved
among
the
rearmost
.
The
tracker
had
guessed
aright
.
The
spot
upon
which
the
ghostly
shape
had
for
the
moment
stood
still
,
lay
direct
upon
the
trail
they
were
already
taking
up
.
