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The
idea
was
not
altogether
original
.
It
was
a
rude
copy
from
the
Mexican
litera
,
which
in
Southern
Texas
Zeb
may
have
seen
--
differing
from
the
latter
only
in
being
without
screen
,
and
instead
of
two
mules
,
having
for
its
atelage
a
mare
and
a
man
!
In
this
improvised
palanquin
was
Maurice
Gerald
transported
to
his
dwelling
.
*
*
*
It
was
night
when
the
grotesque-looking
group
arrived
at
the
locale
.
In
strong
but
tender
arms
the
wounded
man
was
transferred
from
the
stretcher
to
the
skin
couch
,
on
which
he
had
been
accustomed
to
repose
.
He
was
unconscious
of
where
he
was
,
and
knew
not
the
friendly
faces
bending
over
him
.
His
thoughts
were
still
astray
,
though
no
longer
exciting
him
to
violent
action
.
He
was
experiencing
an
interval
of
calm
.
He
was
not
silent
;
though
he
made
no
reply
to
the
kind
questions
addressed
to
him
,
or
only
answered
them
with
an
inconsequence
that
might
have
provoked
mirth
.
But
there
were
wild
words
upon
his
lips
that
forbade
it
--
suggesting
only
serious
thoughts
.
His
wounds
received
such
rude
dressing
as
his
companions
were
capable
of
administering
to
them
;
and
nothing
more
could
be
done
but
await
the
return
of
day
.
Phelim
went
to
sleep
upon
his
shake-down
;
while
the
other
sate
up
to
keep
watch
by
the
bedside
of
the
sufferer
It
was
not
from
any
unfaithfulness
on
the
part
of
the
foster-brother
,
that
he
seemed
thus
to
disregard
his
duty
;
but
simply
because
Zeb
had
requested
him
to
lie
down
--
telling
him
there
was
no
occasion
for
both
to
remain
awake
.
