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On
turning
the
angle
of
the
avenue
,
he
had
the
chagrin
to
see
the
searchers
directly
before
him
,
clumped
up
in
a
crowd
,
and
apparently
engaged
in
the
examination
of
"
sign
.
"
At
the
same
time
he
had
the
satisfaction
to
know
that
his
caution
was
rewarded
,
by
himself
remaining
unseen
.
"
Durn
them
!
"
he
muttered
,
with
bitter
emphasis
.
"
I
mout
a
know
'd
they
'd
a
bin
hyur
.
I
must
go
back
an
roun
'
the
tother
way
.
It
'll
deelay
me
better
'n
a
hour
.
Come
,
ole
maar
!
This
air
an
obstruckshun
you
,
wo
n't
like
.
It
'll
gi'e
ye
the
edition
o
'
six
more
mile
to
yur
journey
.
Ee-up
,
ole
gal
!
Roun
'
an
back
we
go
!
"
With
a
strong
pull
upon
the
rein
,
he
brought
the
mare
short
round
,
and
rode
back
towards
the
embouchure
of
the
avenue
.
Once
outside
,
he
turned
along
the
edge
of
the
chapparal
,
again
entering
it
by
the
path
which
on
the
day
before
had
been
taken
by
Diaz
and
his
trio
of
confederates
.
From
this
point
he
proceeded
without
pause
or
adventure
until
he
had
descended
to
the
Alamo
bottom-land
,
and
arrived
within
a
short
distance
,
though
still
out
of
sight
of
the
mustanger
's
dwelling
.
Instead
of
riding
boldly
up
to
it
,
he
dismounted
from
his
mare
;
and
leaving
her
behind
him
,
approached
the
jacalé
with
his
customary
caution
.
The
horse-hide
door
was
closed
;
but
there
was
a
large
aperture
in
the
middle
of
it
,
where
a
portion
of
the
skin
had
been
cut
out
.
What
was
the
meaning
of
that
?
Zeb
could
not
answer
the
question
,
even
by
conjecture
.
It
increased
his
caution
;
and
he
continued
his
approach
with
as
much
stealth
,
as
if
he
had
been
stalking
an
antelope
.
