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"
They
have
.
I
heard
some
of
them
say
so
.
"
"
Wal
,
if
they
're
gone
in
sarch
o
'
the
mowstanger
I
reck
'n
I
mout
as
well
go
too
.
I
'll
gie
tall
odds
I
find
him
afore
they
do
.
"
"
It
is
for
that
I
've
been
so
anxious
to
see
you
.
There
am
many
rough
men
along
with
papa
.
As
they
went
away
I
heard
them
use
wild
words
.
There
were
some
of
those
called
'
Regulators
.
'
They
talked
of
lynching
and
the
like
.
Some
of
them
swore
terrible
oaths
of
vengeance
O
my
God
!
if
they
should
find
him
,
and
he
can
not
make
clear
his
innocence
,
in
the
height
of
their
angry
passions
--
cousin
Cassius
among
the
number
--
you
understand
what
I
mean
--
who
knows
what
may
be
done
to
him
?
Dear
Zeb
,
for
my
sake
--
for
his
,
whom
you
call
friend
--
go
--
go
!
Reach
the
Alamo
before
them
,
and
warn
him
of
the
danger
!
Your
horse
is
slow
.
Take
mine
--
any
one
you
can
find
in
the
stable
--
"
"
Thur
's
some
truth
in
what
ye
say
,
"
interrupted
the
hunter
,
preparing
to
move
off
.
"
Thur
mout
be
a
smell
o
'
danger
for
the
young
fellur
;
an
I
'll
do
what
I
kin
to
avart
it
.
Do
n't
be
uneezay
,
Miss
Lewaze
.
Thur
's
not
sech
a
partickler
hurry
.
Thet
ere
shanty
ai
n't
agoin
'
ter
be
foun
'
'
ithout
a
spell
o
'
sarchin
'
.
As
to
ridin
'
yur
spotty
I
'll
manage
better
on
my
ole
maar
.
Beside
,
the
critter
air
reddy
now
if
Plute
hai
n't
tuk
off
the
saddle
.
Do
n't
be
greetin
'
yur
eyes
out
--
thet
's
a
good
chile
!
Maybe
it
'll
be
all
right
yit
'
bout
yur
brother
;
and
as
to
the
mowstanger
,
I
hai
n't
no
more
surspishun
o
'
his
innersense
than
a
unborn
babby
.
"
The
interview
ended
by
Zeb
making
obeisance
in
backwoodsman
style
,
and
striding
out
of
the
verandah
;
while
the
young
Creole
glided
off
to
her
chamber
,
to
soothe
her
troubled
spirit
in
supplications
for
his
success
.
Urged
by
the
most
abject
fear
,
had
El
Coyote
and
his
three
comrades
rushed
back
to
their
horses
,
and
scrambled
confusedly
into
the
saddle
.
They
had
no
idea
of
returning
to
the
jacalé
of
Maurice
Gerald
.
On
the
contrary
,
their
only
thought
was
to
put
space
between
themselves
and
that
solitary
dwelling
--
whose
owner
they
had
encountered
riding
towards
it
in
such
strange
guise
.
That
it
was
"
Don
Mauricio
"
not
one
of
them
doubted
.
All
four
knew
him
by
sight
--
Diaz
better
than
any
--
but
all
well
enough
to
be
sure
it
was
the
Irlandes
.
There
was
his
horse
,
known
to
them
;
his
armas
de
agua
of
jaguar-skin
;
his
Navajo
blanket
,
in
shape
differing
from
the
ordinary
serapé
of
Saltillo
;
--
and
his
head
!
They
had
not
stayed
to
scrutinise
the
features
;
but
the
hat
was
still
in
its
place
--
the
sombrero
of
black
glaze
which
Maurice
was
accustomed
to
wear
.
It
had
glanced
in
their
eyes
,
as
it
came
under
the
light
of
the
moon
.
