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"
And
you
have
?
"
"
Shur
as
shootin
'
.
I
guessed
thur
wa
n't
goin
'
to
be
any
rain
,
an
thurfor
thur
war
no
immeedyit
hurry
as
to
what
I
intended
doin
'
.
So
I
waited
till
the
sogers
shed
get
back
,
an
I
ked
safely
leave
him
in
the
guard-house
.
Soon
as
they
kim
in
,
I
tuk
the
ole
maar
and
rud
out
to
the
place
whar
our
fellurs
had
struck
upon
the
fixing
.
I
eezy
foun
'
it
by
thur
descripshun
.
Wal
;
as
they
'd
only
got
that
greenhorn
,
Spangler
,
to
guide
'em
,
I
war
putty
sure
the
sign
hed
n't
been
more
'n
helf
read
;
an
that
I
'd
get
somethin'
out
o
'
it
,
beside
what
they
'd
brought
away
.
"
"
I
wa
n't
disappinted
.
The
durndest
fool
as
ever
set
fut
upon
a
purayra
,
mout
a
follered
the
back
track
o
'
them
make-believe
Kimanchees
.
A
storekeeper
ked
a
traced
it
acrost
the
purayra
,
though
it
appears
neyther
Mister
Spangler
nor
any
o
'
the
others
did
.
I
foun
'
it
eezy
as
fallin
'
off
o
'
a
log
,
not
'
ithstandin
'
thet
the
sarchers
had
rud
all
over
it
.
I
tracked
every
hoss
o
'
the
four
counterfits
to
his
own
stable
.
"
"
After
that
?
"
"
Arter
doin
'
thet
I
hed
a
word
wi
'
the
major
;
an
in
helf
an
hour
at
the
most
the
four
beauties
wur
safe
shot
up
in
the
guardhouse
--
the
chief
o
'
'em
bein
'
jugged
fust
,
leest
he
mout
get
wind
o
'
what
wur
goin
'
forrard
,
an
sneak
out
o
'
the
way
.
I
wa
n't
fur
astray
'
beout
Mister
Migooel
Dee-ez
bearin
'
my
mark
.
We
foun
'
the
tar
o
'
a
bullet
through
the
fleshy
part
o
'
his
dexter
wing
;
an
thet
explained
why
he
wur
so
quick
at
lettin
'
go
his
laryette
.
"
"
It
was
he
,
then
!
"
mechanically
remarked
Louise
,
as
she
stood
reflecting
.
"
Very
strange
!
"
she
continued
,
still
muttering
the
words
to
herself
.
"
He
it
was
I
saw
in
the
chapparal
glade
!
Yes
,
it
must
have
been
!
And
the
woman
--
this
Mexican
--
Isidora
?
Ah
!
There
is
some
deep
mystery
in
all
this
--
some
dark
design
!
Who
can
unravel
it
?
"
"
Tell
me
,
dear
Zeb
,
"
she
asked
,
stepping
closer
to
the
old
hunter
,
and
speaking
with
a
cartain
degree
of
hesitancy
.
"
That
woman
--
the
Mexican
lady
I
mean
--
who
--
who
was
out
there
.
Do
you
know
if
she
has
often
visited
him
?
"
"
Him
!
Which
him
,
Miss
Lewaze
?
"
