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The
pledge
was
given
by
the
hunter
raising
his
broad
palm
,
and
extending
it
with
a
sonorous
slap
over
the
region
of
his
heart
.
In
five
minutes
more
he
was
in
possession
of
a
secret
which
woman
rarely
confides
to
man
--
except
to
him
who
can
profoundly
appreciate
the
confidence
.
The
hunter
showed
less
surprise
than
might
have
been
expected
;
merely
muttering
to
himself
:
--
"
I
thort
it
wild
come
to
somethin'
o
'
the
sort
--
specially
arter
thet
ere
chase
acrost
the
purayra
.
"
"
Wal
,
Miss
Lewaze
,
"
he
continued
,
speaking
in
a
tone
of
kindly
approval
,
"
Zeb
Stump
do
n't
see
anythin
'
to
be
ashamed
o
'
in
all
thet
.
Weemen
will
be
weemen
all
the
world
over
--
on
the
purayras
or
off
o
'
them
;
an
ef
ye
have
lost
yur
young
heart
to
the
mowstanger
,
it
wud
be
the
tallest
kind
o
'
a
mistake
to
serpose
ye
hev
displaced
yur
affeckshuns
,
as
they
calls
it
.
Though
he
air
Irish
,
he
aint
none
o
'
the
common
sort
;
thet
he
aint
.
As
for
the
rest
ye
've
been
tellin
'
me
,
it
only
sarves
to
substantify
what
I
've
been
sayin
'
--
that
it
air
parfickly
unpossible
for
the
mowstanger
to
hev
dud
the
dark
deed
;
that
is
,
ef
thur
's
been
one
dud
at
all
.
Let
's
hope
thur
's
nothin
'
o
'
the
kind
.
What
proof
hez
been
found
?
Only
the
hoss
comin
'
home
wi
'
some
rid
spots
on
the
seddle
?
"
"
Alas
!
there
is
more
.
The
people
were
all
out
yesterday
.
They
followed
a
trail
,
and
saw
something
,
they
would
not
tell
me
what
.
Father
did
not
appear
as
if
he
wished
me
to
know
what
they
had
seen
;
and
I
--
I
feared
,
for
reasons
,
to
ask
the
others
.
They
've
gone
off
again
--
only
a
short
while
--
just
as
you
came
in
sight
on
the
other
side
.
"
"
But
the
mowstanger
?
What
do
it
say
for
hisself
?
"
"
Oh
,
I
thought
you
knew
.
He
has
not
been
found
either
.
Mon
Dieu
!
mon
Dieu
!
He
,
too
,
may
have
fallen
by
the
same
hand
that
has
struck
down
my
brother
!
"
"
Ye
say
they
war
on
a
trail
?
His
'n
I
serpose
?
If
he
be
livin
'
he
oughter
be
foun
'
at
his
shanty
on
the
crik
.
Why
did
n't
they
go
thar
?
Ah
!
now
I
think
o
'
t
,
thur
's
nobody
knows
the
adzack
sittavashun
o
'
that
ere
domycile
'
ceptin
'
myself
I
reckon
:
an
if
it
war
that
greenhorn
Spangler
as
war
guidin
'
o
'
them
he
'd
niver
be
able
to
lift
a
trail
acrost
the
chalk
purayra
.
Hev
they
gone
that
way
agin
?
"
