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After
a
time
this
sound
was
suspended
,
to
be
replaced
by
a
repeated
,
smacking
of
lips
,
interlarded
with
grotesque
ejaculations
.
Again
came
the
gluck-gluck
,
again
the
smackings
,
and
so
on
alternately
,
till
an
empty
flask
was
heard
falling
upon
the
floor
After
that
there
were
wild
shouts
--
scraps
of
song
intermingled
with
cheers
and
laughter
--
incoherent
ravings
about
red
Indians
and
headless
horsemen
,
repeated
over
and
over
again
,
each
time
in
more
subdued
tones
,
till
the
maudlin
gibberish
at
length
ended
in
loud
continuous
snoring
!
Phelim
's
second
slumber
was
destined
to
endure
for
a
more
protracted
term
than
his
first
.
It
was
nearly
noon
when
he
awoke
from
it
;
and
then
only
on
receiving
a
bucket
of
cold
water
full
in
his
face
,
that
sobered
him
almost
as
quickly
as
the
sight
of
the
savages
.
It
was
Zeb
Stump
who
administered
the
douche
.
After
parting
from
the
precincts
of
Casa
del
Corvo
,
the
old
hunter
had
taken
the
road
,
or
rather
trail
,
which
he
knew
to
be
the
most
direct
one
leading
to
the
head
waters
of
the
Nueces
.
Without
staying
to
notice
tracks
or
other
"
sign
,
"
he
rode
straight
across
the
prairie
,
and
into
the
avenue
already
mentioned
.
Prom
what
Louise
Poindexter
had
told
him
--
from
a
knowledge
of
the
people
who
composed
the
party
of
searchers
--
he
knew
that
Maurice
Gerald
was
in
danger
.
Hence
his
haste
to
reach
the
Alamo
before
them
--
coupled
with
caution
to
keep
out
of
their
way
.
He
knew
that
if
he
came
up
with
the
Regulators
,
equivocation
would
be
a
dangerous
game
;
and
,
nolens
volens
,
he
should
be
compelled
to
guide
them
to
the
dwelling
of
the
suspected
murderer
.
