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"
What
kin
it
be
?
"
he
continued
,
after
a
period
spent
in
silent
reflection
.
"
Dog-goned
,
ef
I
kin
detarmine
one
way
or
the
tother
.
Ef
'
t
hed
been
only
i
'
the
daylight
,
an
I
ked
a
got
a
good
sight
o
n't
;
or
eft
hed
been
a
leetle
bit
cloaster
!
Ha
!
Why
mout
n't
I
git
cloaster
to
it
?
Dog-goned
,
ef
I
do
n't
hev
a
try
!
I
reck
'n
it
wo
n't
eet
me
--
not
ef
it
air
ole
Nick
;
an
ef
it
air
him
,
I
'll
jest
satersfy
meself
whether
a
bullet
kin
go
custrut
thro
'
his
infernal
karkidge
'
ithout
throwin
'
him
out
o
'
the
seddle
.
Hyur
go
for
a
cloaster
akwaintance
wi
'
the
varmint
,
whatsomiver
it
be
.
"
So
saying
,
the
hunter
stalked
off
through
the
trees
--
upon
the
path
that
led
up
to
the
bluff
.
He
had
not
needed
to
go
inside
for
his
rifle
--
having
brought
that
weapon
out
with
him
,
on
hearing
the
howl
of
the
hound
.
If
the
headless
rider
was
real
flesh
and
blood
--
earthly
and
not
of
the
other
world
--
Zeb
Stump
might
confidently
count
upon
seeing
him
again
.
When
viewed
from
the
door
of
the
jacalé
,
he
was
going
direct
towards
the
ravine
,
that
permitted
passage
from
the
higher
level
to
the
bottom
lands
of
the
Alamo
.
As
Zeb
had
started
to
avail
himself
of
the
same
path
,
unless
the
other
should
meantime
change
direction
,
or
his
tranquil
pace
to
a
trot
or
gallop
,
the
backwoodsman
would
be
at
the
head
of
the
pass
as
soon
as
he
.
Before
starting
,
Zeb
had
made
a
calculation
of
the
distance
to
be
done
,
and
the
time
to
do
it
in
.
His
estimate
proved
correct
--
to
a
second
,
and
an
inch
.
As
his
head
was
brought
nearly
on
a
level
with
the
upland
plain
,
he
saw
the
shoulders
of
the
horseman
rising
above
it
.
Another
step
upward
,
and
the
body
was
in
view
.
Another
,
and
the
horse
was
outlined
against
the
sky
,
from
hoof
to
forelock
.
He
stood
at
a
halt
.
He
was
standing
,
as
Zeb
first
came
in
sight
of
him
.
He
was
fronting
towards
the
cliff
,
evidently
intending
to
go
down
into
the
gorge
.
His
rider
appeared
to
have
pulled
him
up
as
a
measure
of
precaution
;
or
he
may
have
heard
the
hunter
scrambling
up
the
ravine
;
or
,
what
was
more
likely
,
scented
him
.
For
whatever
reason
,
he
was
standing
,
front
face
to
the
spectator
.
