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"
Is
there
no
chance
of
escape
?
"
urged
the
planter
,
with
the
impatience
of
a
man
in
presence
of
a
great
peril
.
"
There
is
!
"
joyfully
responded
the
horseman
,
as
if
some
hopeful
thought
had
at
length
suggested
itself
.
"
There
is
a
chance
.
I
did
not
think
of
it
before
.
We
can
not
shun
the
storm
--
the
danger
we
may
.
Quick
,
Mr
Poindexter
!
Order
your
men
to
muffle
the
mules
--
the
horses
too
--
otherwise
the
animals
will
be
blinded
,
and
go
mad
.
Blankets
--
cloaks
--
anything
will
do
.
When
that
's
done
,
let
all
seek
shelter
within
the
waggons
.
Let
the
tilts
be
closed
at
the
ends
.
I
shall
myself
look
to
the
travelling
carriage
.
"
Having
delivered
this
chapter
of
instructions
--
which
Poindexter
,
assisted
by
the
overseer
,
hastened
to
direct
the
execution
of
--
the
young
horseman
galloped
towards
the
front
.
"
Madame
!
"
said
he
,
reining
up
alongside
the
carriole
,
and
speaking
with
as
much
suavity
as
the
circumstances
would
admit
of
,
"
you
must
close
the
curtains
all
round
.
Your
coachman
will
have
to
get
inside
;
and
you
,
gentlemen
!
"
he
continued
,
addressing
himself
to
Henry
and
Calhoun
--
"
and
you
,
sir
;
"
to
Poindexter
,
who
had
just
come
up
.
"
There
will
be
room
for
all
.
Inside
,
I
beseech
you
!
Lose
no
time
.
In
a
few
seconds
the
storm
will
be
upon
us
!
"
"
And
you
,
sir
?
"
inquired
the
planter
,
with
a
show
of
interest
in
the
man
who
was
making
such
exertions
to
secure
them
against
some
yet
unascertained
danger
.
"
What
of
yourself
?
"
"
Do
n't
waste
a
moment
upon
me
.
I
know
what
's
coming
.
It
is
n't
the
first
time
I
have
encountered
it
.
In
--
in
,
I
entreat
you
!
You
have
n't
a
second
to
spare
.
Listen
to
that
shriek
!
Quick
,
or
the
dust-cloud
will
be
around
us
!
"
The
planter
and
his
son
sprang
together
to
the
ground
;
and
retreated
into
the
travelling
carriage
.
Calhoun
,
refusing
to
dismount
,
remained
stiffly
seated
in
his
saddle
.
Why
should
he
skulk
from
a
visionary
danger
,
that
did
not
deter
a
man
in
Mexican
garb
?
The
latter
turned
away
;
as
he
did
so
,
directing
the
overseer
to
get
inside
the
nearest
waggon
--
a
direction
which
was
obeyed
with
alacrity
--
and
,
for
the
first
time
,
the
stranger
was
left
free
to
take
care
of
himself
.
