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He
had
ample
time
to
take
in
these
details
.
At
a
stand
in
the
embouchure
of
the
side
path
,
terror
held
him
transfixed
to
the
spot
.
His
horse
appeared
to
share
the
feeling
.
Trembling
in
its
tracks
,
the
animal
made
no
effort
to
escape
;
even
when
the
headless
rider
pulled
up
in
front
,
and
,
with
a
snorting
,
rearing
steed
,
remained
for
a
moment
confronting
the
frightened
party
.
It
was
only
after
the
blood
bay
had
given
utterance
to
a
wild
"
whigher
"
--
responded
to
by
the
howl
of
a
hound
close
following
at
his
heels
--
and
turned
into
the
avenue
to
continue
his
interrupted
trot
--
only
then
that
Calhoun
became
sufficiently
released
from
the
spell
of
horror
to
find
speech
"
God
of
heaven
!
"
he
cried
,
in
a
quivering
voice
,
"
what
can
it
mean
?
Is
it
man
,
or
demon
,
that
mocks
me
?
Has
the
whole
day
been
a
dream
?
Or
am
I
mad
--
mad
--
mad
?
"
The
scarce
coherent
speech
was
succeeded
by
action
,
instantaneous
but
determined
.
Whatever
the
purpose
of
his
exploration
,
it
was
evidently
abandoned
:
for
,
turning
his
horse
with
a
wrench
upon
the
rein
,
he
rode
back
by
the
way
he
had
come
--
only
at
a
far
faster
pace
,
--
pausing
not
till
he
had
re-entered
the
encampment
.
Then
stealing
up
to
the
edge
of
the
fire
,
he
lay
down
among
the
slumbering
inebriates
--
not
to
sleep
,
but
to
stay
trembling
in
their
midst
,
till
daylight
disclosed
a
haggard
pallor
upon
his
cheeks
,
and
ghastly
glances
sent
forth
from
his
sunken
eyes
.
The
first
dawn
of
day
witnessed
an
unusual
stir
in
and
around
the
hacienda
of
Casa
del
Corvo
.
The
courtyard
was
crowded
with
men
--
armed
,
though
not
in
the
regular
fashion
.
They
carried
long
hunting
rifles
,
having
a
calibre
of
sixty
to
the
pound
;
double-barrelled
shot
guns
;
single-barrelled
pistols
;
revolvers
;
knives
with
long
blades
;
and
even
tomahawks
!
In
their
varied
attire
of
red
flannel
shirts
,
coats
of
coloured
blanket
,
and
"
Kentucky
jeans
,
"
trowsers
of
brown
"
homespun
,
"
and
blue
"
cottonade
,
"
hats
of
felt
and
caps
of
skin
,
tall
boots
of
tanned
leather
,
and
leggings
of
buck
--
these
stalwart
men
furnished
a
faithful
picture
of
an
assemblage
,
such
as
may
be
often
seen
in
the
frontier
settlements
of
Texas
.
Despite
the
bizarrerie
of
their
appearance
,
and
the
fact
of
their
carrying
weapons
,
there
was
nothing
in
either
to
proclaim
their
object
in
thus
coming
together
.
Had
it
been
for
the
most
pacific
purpose
,
they
would
have
been
armed
and
apparelled
just
the
same
.
But
their
object
is
known
.
A
number
of
the
men
so
met
,
had
been
out
on
the
day
before
,
along
with
the
dragoons
.
Others
had
now
joined
the
assemblage
--
settlers
who
lived
farther
away
,
and
hunters
who
had
been
from
home
.
