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It
is
possible
to
avoid
them
.
She
is
yet
among
the
bushes
.
They
do
not
appear
to
have
observed
her
.
By
turning
short
round
,
and
diving
back
into
the
chapparal
,
she
may
yet
shun
being
seen
.
She
is
about
to
do
so
,
when
the
design
is
frustrated
by
the
neighing
of
her
horse
.
A
score
of
theirs
respond
to
him
;
and
he
is
seen
,
along
with
his
rider
.
It
might
be
still
possible
for
her
to
escape
the
encounter
,
if
so
inclined
.
She
would
be
certain
of
being
pursued
,
but
not
so
sure
of
being
overtaken
--
especially
among
the
winding
ways
of
the
chapparal
,
well
known
to
her
.
At
first
she
is
so
inclined
;
and
completes
the
turning
of
her
steed
.
Almost
in
the
same
instant
,
she
reins
round
again
;
and
faces
the
phalanx
of
horsemen
,
already
in
full
gallop
towards
her
.
Her
muttered
words
proclaim
a
purpose
in
this
sudden
change
of
tactics
.
"
Rangers
--
no
!
Too
well
dressed
for
those
ragged
vagabundos
?
Must
be
the
party
of
'
searchers
,
'
of
which
I
've
heard
--
led
by
the
father
of
--
Yes
--
yes
it
is
they
.
Ay
Dios
!
here
is
a
chance
of
revenge
,
and
without
my
seeking
it
;
God
wills
it
to
be
so
!
"
Instead
of
turning
back
among
the
bushes
,
she
rides
out
into
the
open
ground
;
and
with
an
air
of
bold
determination
advances
towards
the
horsemen
,
now
near
.
She
pulls
up
,
and
awaits
their
approach
;
a
black
thought
in
her
bosom
.
In
another
minute
she
is
in
their
midst
--
the
mounted
circle
close
drawn
around
her
.
