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Of
himself
,
he
had
abandoned
the
idea
of
offering
resistance
.
That
shining
pistol
,
still
before
his
eyes
,
had
cured
him
of
all
inclination
for
a
quarrel
with
the
strange
equestrian
;
and
so
far
as
the
Connemara
man
was
concerned
,
she
might
have
gone
unresisted
inside
.
But
there
was
another
from
Connemara
,
who
appeared
more
determined
to
dispute
her
passage
to
the
hut
--
one
whom
a
whole
battery
of
great
guns
would
not
have
deterred
from
protecting
its
owner
.
This
was
Tara
.
The
staghound
was
not
acting
as
if
under
the
excitement
of
a
mere
senseless
alarm
.
Mingling
with
his
prolonged
sonorous
"
gowl
"
could
be
heard
in
repeated
interruptions
a
quick
sharp
bark
,
that
denoted
anger
.
He
had
witnessed
the
attitude
of
the
intruder
--
its
apparent
hostility
--
and
drawing
his
deductions
,
had
taken
stand
directly
in
front
of
Phelim
and
the
door
,
with
the
evident
determination
that
neither
should
be
reached
except
over
his
own
body
,
and
after
running
the
gauntlet
of
his
formidable
incisors
.
Isidora
showed
no
intention
of
undertaking
the
risk
.
She
had
none
.
Astonishment
was
,
for
the
time
,
the
sole
feeling
that
possessed
her
.
She
remained
transfixed
to
the
spot
,
without
attempting
to
say
a
word
.
She
stood
expectingly
.
To
such
an
eccentric
prelude
there
should
be
a
corresponding
finale
.
Perplexed
,
but
patiently
,
she
awaited
it
.
Of
her
late
alarm
there
was
nothing
left
.
What
she
saw
was
too
ludicrous
to
allow
of
apprehension
;
though
it
was
also
too
incomprehensible
to
elicit
laughter
.
In
the
mien
of
the
man
,
who
had
so
oddly
comported
himself
,
there
was
no
sign
of
mirth
.
If
anything
,
a
show
of
seriousness
,
oddly
contrasting
with
the
comical
act
he
had
committed
;
and
which
plainly
proclaimed
that
he
had
not
been
treating
her
to
a
joke
.
The
expression
of
helpless
perplexity
that
had
become
fixed
upon
her
features
,
continued
there
;
until
a
tall
man
,
wearing
a
faded
blanket
coat
,
and
carrying
a
six-foot
rifle
,
was
seen
striding
among
the
tree-trunks
,
at
the
rate
of
ten
miles
to
the
hour
.
He
was
making
direct
for
the
jacalé
.
