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In
all
these
actions
there
was
no
evidence
that
he
was
intoxicated
.
On
the
contrary
,
they
proclaimed
a
clear
brain
,
bent
upon
some
purpose
previously
determined
.
What
could
it
be
?
Urged
by
affection
,
was
he
going
forth
to
trace
the
mystery
of
the
murder
,
by
finding
the
body
of
the
murdered
man
?
Did
he
wish
to
show
his
zeal
by
going
alone
?
Some
such
design
might
have
been
interpreted
from
a
series
of
speeches
that
fell
carelessly
from
his
lips
,
as
he
rode
through
the
chapparal
.
"
Thank
God
,
there
's
a
clear
moon
,
and
six
good
hours
before
those
youngsters
will
think
of
getting
to
their
feet
!
I
'll
have
time
to
search
every
corner
of
the
thicket
,
for
a
couple
of
miles
around
the
place
;
and
if
the
body
be
there
I
can
not
fail
to
find
it
.
But
what
could
that
thing
have
meant
?
If
I
'd
been
the
only
one
to
see
it
,
I
might
have
believed
myself
mad
.
But
they
all
saw
it
--
every
one
of
them
.
Almighty
heavens
!
what
could
it
have
been
?
"
The
closing
speech
ended
in
an
exclamation
of
terrified
surprise
--
elicited
by
a
spectacle
that
at
the
moment
presented
itself
to
the
eyes
of
the
ex-officer
--
causing
him
to
rein
up
his
horse
,
as
if
some
dread
danger
was
before
him
.
Coming
in
by
a
side
path
,
he
had
arrived
on
the
edge
of
the
opening
already
described
.
He
was
just
turning
into
it
,
when
he
saw
,
that
he
was
not
the
only
horseman
,
who
at
that
late
hour
was
traversing
the
chapparal
.
Another
,
to
all
appearance
as
well
mounted
as
himself
,
was
approaching
along
the
avenue
--
not
slowly
as
he
,
but
in
a
quick
trot
.
Long
before
the
strange
rider
had
come
near
,
the
moonlight
,
shining
fall
upon
him
,
enabled
Calhoun
to
see
that
he
was
headless
!
There
could
be
no
mistake
about
the
observation
.
Though
quickly
made
,
it
was
complete
.
The
white
moon
beams
,
silvering
his
shoulders
,
were
reflected
from
no
face
,
above
or
between
them
!
It
could
be
no
illusion
of
the
moon
's
light
.
Calhoun
had
seen
that
same
shape
under
the
glare
of
the
sun
.
He
now
saw
more
--
the
missing
head
,
ghastly
and
gory
,
half
shrouded
behind
the
hairy
holsters
!
More
still
--
he
recognised
the
horse
--
the
striped
serapé
upon
the
shoulders
of
the
rider
--
the
water-guards
upon
his
legs
--
the
complete
caparison
--
all
the
belongings
of
Maurice
the
mustanger
!
