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The
dog
barked
,
as
it
passed
through
the
glade
,
and
followed
it
to
the
edge
of
the
underwood
.
He
had
been
with
it
for
a
long
time
,
straying
where
it
strayed
,
and
going
where
it
went
.
He
now
desisted
from
this
fruitless
fellowship
;
and
,
returning
to
the
sleeper
,
lay
down
by
his
side
.
It
was
then
that
the
latter
was
restored
to
consciousness
,
and
remembered
what
had
made
him
for
the
moment
oblivious
.
After
caressing
the
dog
he
again
sank
into
a
prostrate
position
;
and
,
drawing
the
skirt
of
the
cloak
over
his
face
to
shade
it
from
the
glare
of
the
sun
,
he
fell
asleep
.
The
staghound
lay
down
at
his
feet
,
and
also
slumbered
;
but
only
in
short
spells
.
At
intervals
it
raised
its
head
,
and
uttered
an
angry
growl
,
as
the
wings
of
the
vultures
came
switching
too
close
to
its
ears
.
The
young
man
muttered
in
his
sleep
They
were
wild
words
that
came
from
his
unconscious
lips
,
and
betokened
a
strange
commingling
of
thoughts
:
now
passionate
appeals
of
love
--
now
disjointed
speeches
,
that
pointed
to
the
committal
of
murder
!
Our
story
takes
us
back
to
the
lone
hut
on
the
Alamo
,
so
suddenly
forsaken
by
the
gambling
guests
,
who
had
made
themselves
welcome
in
the
absence
of
its
owner
.
It
is
near
noon
of
the
following
day
,
and
he
has
not
yet
come
home
.
The
ci-devant
stable-boy
of
Bally-ballagh
is
once
more
sole
occupant
of
the
jacalé
--
once
more
stretched
along
the
floor
,
in
a
state
of
inebriety
;
though
not
the
same
from
which
we
have
seen
him
already
aroused
.
He
has
been
sober
since
,
and
the
spell
now
upon
him
has
been
produced
by
a
subsequent
appeal
to
the
Divinity
of
drink
.
To
explain
,
we
must
go
back
to
that
hour
between
midnight
and
morning
,
when
the
monté
players
made
their
abrupt
departure
.
