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She
is
recognised
at
the
first
glance
.
One
and
all
know
the
reckless
galloper
to
be
the
guide
--
from
whom
,
scarce
half-an-hour
ago
,
they
had
parted
upon
the
prairie
.
It
was
Isidora
who
had
thus
strangely
and
suddenly
shown
herself
.
What
was
bringing
her
back
?
And
why
was
she
riding
at
such
a
perilous
pace
?
To
explain
it
,
we
must
return
to
that
dark
reverie
,
from
which
she
was
startled
by
her
encounter
with
the
"
Tejanos
.
"
While
galloping
away
from
the
Alamo
,
she
had
not
thought
of
looking
back
,
to
ascertain
whether
she
was
followed
.
Absorbed
in
schemes
of
vengeance
,
she
had
gone
on
--
without
even
giving
a
glance
behind
.
It
was
but
slight
comfort
to
her
to
reflect
:
that
Louise
Poindexter
had
appeared
equally
determined
upon
parting
from
the
jacalé
.
With
a
woman
's
intuitive
quickness
,
she
suspected
the
cause
;
though
she
knew
,
too
well
,
it
was
groundless
.
Still
,
there
was
some
pleasure
in
the
thought
:
that
her
rival
,
ignorant
of
her
happy
fortune
,
was
suffering
like
herself
.
There
was
a
hope
,
too
,
that
the
incident
might
produce
estrangement
in
the
heart
of
this
proud
Creole
lady
towards
the
man
so
condescendingly
beloved
;
though
it
was
faint
,
vague
,
scarce
believed
in
by
her
who
conceived
it
.
Taking
her
own
heart
as
a
standard
,
she
was
not
one
to
lay
much
stress
on
the
condescension
of
love
:
her
own
history
was
proof
of
its
levelling
power
.
Still
was
there
the
thought
that
her
presence
at
the
jacalé
had
given
pain
,
and
might
result
in
disaster
to
the
happiness
of
her
hated
rival
.
Isidora
had
begun
to
dwell
upon
this
with
a
sort
of
subdued
pleasure
;
that
continued
unchecked
,
till
the
time
of
her
rencontre
with
the
Texans
.
On
turning
back
with
these
,
her
spirits
underwent
a
change
.
