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This
time
it
is
answered
by
several
others
,
from
horses
that
appear
to
be
going
along
the
road
--
though
still
hidden
behind
the
trees
.
Their
hoof-strokes
are
heard
at
the
same
time
.
But
not
after
.
The
strange
horses
have
either
stopped
short
,
or
gone
off
at
a
gentle
pace
,
making
no
noise
!
Isidora
conjectures
the
former
.
She
believes
the
horses
to
be
ridden
;
and
that
their
riders
have
checked
them
up
,
on
hearing
the
neigh
of
her
own
.
She
quiets
him
,
and
listens
.
A
humming
is
heard
through
the
trees
.
Though
indistinct
,
it
can
be
told
to
be
the
sound
of
men
's
voices
--
holding
a
conversation
in
a
low
muttered
tone
.
Presently
it
becomes
hushed
,
and
the
chapparal
is
again
silent
.
The
horsemen
,
whoever
they
are
,
continue
halted
--
perhaps
hesitating
to
advance
.
Isidora
is
scarce
astonished
at
this
,
and
not
much
alarmed
.
Some
travellers
,
perhaps
,
en
route
for
the
Rio
Grande
--
or
,
it
may
be
,
some
stragglers
from
the
Texan
troop
--
who
,
on
hearing
a
horse
neigh
,
have
stopped
from
an
instinct
of
precaution
.
It
is
only
natural
--
at
a
time
,
when
Indians
are
known
to
be
on
the
war-path
.
Equally
natural
,
that
she
should
be
cautious
about
encountering
the
strangers
--
whoever
they
may
be
;
and
,
with
this
thought
,
she
rides
softly
to
one
side
--
placing
herself
and
her
horse
under
cover
of
a
mezquit
tree
;
where
she
again
sits
listening
.
Not
long
,
before
discovering
that
the
horsemen
have
commenced
advancing
towards
her
--
not
along
the
travelled
trail
,
but
through
the
thicket
!
And
not
all
together
,
but
as
if
they
had
separated
,
and
were
endeavouring
to
accomplish
a
surround
!
She
can
tell
this
,
by
hearing
the
hoof-strokes
in
different
directions
:
all
going
gently
,
but
evidently
diverging
from
each
other
;
while
the
riders
are
preserving
a
profound
silence
,
ominous
either
of
cunning
or
caution
--
perhaps
of
evil
intent
?
