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It
was
no
longer
possible
.
The
sound
of
hoofs
also
in
the
rear
!
There
were
horsemen
behind
the
hut
!
Besides
,
her
own
steed
was
in
front
--
that
ocellated
creature
not
to
be
mistaken
.
By
this
time
they
must
have
identified
it
!
But
there
was
another
thought
that
restrained
her
from
attempting
to
retreat
--
one
more
generous
.
He
was
in
danger
--
from
which
even
the
unconsciousness
of
it
might
not
shield
him
!
Who
but
she
could
protect
him
?
"
Let
my
good
name
go
!
"
thought
she
.
"
Father
--
friends
--
all
--
all
but
him
,
if
God
so
wills
it
!
Shame
,
or
no
shame
,
to
him
will
I
be
true
!
"
As
these
noble
thoughts
passed
through
her
mind
,
she
took
her
stand
by
the
bedside
of
the
invalid
,
like
a
second
Dido
,
resolved
to
risk
all
--
even
death
itself
--
for
the
hero
of
her
heart
.
Never
,
since
its
erection
,
was
there
such
a
trampling
of
hoofs
around
the
hut
of
the
horse-catcher
--
not
even
when
its
corral
was
filled
with
fresh-taken
mustangs
.
Phelim
,
rushing
out
from
the
door
,
is
saluted
by
a
score
of
voices
that
summon
him
to
stop
.
One
is
heard
louder
than
the
rest
,
and
in
tones
of
command
that
proclaim
the
speaker
to
be
chief
of
the
party
.
"
Pull
up
,
damn
you
!
It
's
no
use
--
your
trying
to
escape
.
Another
step
,
and
ye
'll
go
tumbling
in
your
tracks
.
Pull
up
,
I
say
!
"
