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So
saying
,
he
stepped
outside
the
door
;
and
proceeded
to
make
an
ocular
inspection
of
the
paths
by
which
the
jacalé
might
be
approached
.
After
completing
this
,
he
returned
to
the
threshold
;
and
there
took
stand
,
in
the
attitude
of
one
upon
the
watch
.
Phelim
's
vigil
was
of
short
duration
.
Scarce
ten
minutes
had
he
been
keeping
it
,
when
he
became
warned
by
the
sound
of
a
horse
's
hoof
,
that
some
one
was
coming
up
the
creek
in
the
direction
of
the
hut
.
His
heart
commenced
hammering
against
his
ribs
.
The
trees
,
standing
thickly
,
hindered
him
from
having
a
view
of
the
approaching
horseman
;
and
he
could
not
tell
what
sort
of
guest
was
about
to
present
himself
at
the
jacalé
.
But
the
hoofstroke
told
him
there
was
only
one
;
and
this
it
was
that
excited
his
apprehension
.
He
would
have
been
less
alarmed
to
hear
the
trampling
of
a
troop
.
Though
well
assured
it
could
no
longer
be
his
master
,
he
had
no
stomach
for
a
second
interview
with
the
cavalier
who
so
closely
resembled
him
--
in
everything
except
the
head
.
His
first
impulse
was
to
rush
across
the
lawn
,
and
carry
out
the
scheme
entrusted
to
him
by
Zeb
.
But
the
indecision
springing
from
his
fears
kept
him
to
his
place
--
long
enough
to
show
him
that
they
were
groundless
.
The
strange
horseman
had
a
head
.
"
Shure
an
that
same
he
hez
,
"
said
Phelim
,
as
the
latter
rode
out
from
among
the
trees
,
and
halted
on
the
edge
of
the
opening
;
"
a
raal
hid
,
an
a
purty
face
in
front
av
it
.
An
'
yit
it
do
n't
show
so
plazed
nayther
.
He
luks
as
if
he
'd
jist
buried
his
grandmother
.
Sowl
!
what
a
quare
young
chap
he
is
,
wid
them
toiny
mowstacks
loike
the
down
upon
a
two
days
'
goslin
'
!
O
Lard
!
Luk
at
his
little
fut
!
Be
Jaysus
,
he
's
a
woman
!
"
While
the
Irishman
was
making
these
observations
--
partly
in
thought
,
partly
in
muttered
speech
--
the
equestrian
advanced
a
pace
or
two
,
and
again
paused
.
On
a
nearer
view
of
his
visitor
,
Phelim
saw
that
he
had
correctly
guessed
the
sex
;
though
the
moustache
,
the
manner
of
the
mount
,
the
hat
,
and
serapé
,
might
for
the
moment
have
misled
a
keener
intellect
than
his
of
Connemara
.
