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The
old
hunter
had
his
reasons
.
He
did
not
desire
that
those
wild
words
should
be
heard
even
by
Phelim
.
Better
he
should
listen
to
them
alone
.
And
alone
he
sate
listening
to
them
--
throughout
the
live-long
night
.
He
heard
speeches
that
surprised
him
,
and
names
that
did
not
.
He
was
not
surprised
to
hear
the
name
"
Louise
"
often
repeated
,
and
coupled
with
fervent
protestations
of
love
.
But
there
was
another
name
also
often
pronounced
--
with
speeches
less
pleasant
to
his
ear
.
It
was
the
name
of
Louise
's
brother
.
The
speeches
were
disjointed
--
incongruous
,
and
almost
unintelligible
.
Comparing
one
with
the
other
,
however
,
and
assisted
by
the
circumstances
already
known
to
him
,
before
the
morning
light
had
entered
the
jacalé
,
Zeb
Stump
had
come
to
the
conclusion
:
that
Henry
Poindexter
was
no
longer
a
living
man
!
Don
Silvio
Martinez
was
one
of
the
few
Mexican
ricos
,
who
had
chosen
to
remain
in
Texas
,
after
the
conquest
of
that
country
by
the
stalwart
colonisers
from
the
North
.
A
man
of
more
than
mature
age
,
of
peaceful
habits
,
and
taking
no
part
in
politics
,
he
accepted
the
new
situation
without
any
great
regret
.
He
was
the
more
easily
reconciled
to
it
,
from
a
knowledge
,
that
his
loss
of
nationality
was
better
than
counterbalanced
by
his
gain
of
security
against
Comanche
incursions
;
which
,
previous
to
the
coming
of
the
new
colonists
,
had
threatened
the
complete
depopulation
of
the
country
.
The
savage
was
not
yet
entirely
subdued
;
but
his
maraud
was
now
intermittent
,
and
occurred
only
at
long
intervals
.
Even
this
was
an
improvement
on
the
old
régime
.
