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He
had
not
ridden
ten
miles
across
the
prairie
without
a
design
;
and
it
was
this
that
caused
him
to
go
so
cautiously
--
guiding
his
horse
over
the
softest
turf
,
and
through
the
selvedge
of
the
chapparal
--
in
such
a
way
as
neither
to
expose
his
person
to
view
,
nor
cause
a
rustle
among
the
branches
,
that
might
be
heard
to
the
distance
of
ten
yards
.
No
one
observing
his
manoeuvres
as
he
moved
amid
the
timber
island
,
could
have
mistaken
their
meaning
--
at
least
so
far
as
related
to
the
object
for
which
they
were
being
made
.
His
eye
was
upon
the
Headless
Horseman
,
his
whole
soul
absorbed
in
watching
the
movements
of
the
latter
--
by
which
he
appeared
to
regulate
his
own
.
At
first
,
fear
seemed
to
be
his
prevailing
thought
.
After
a
time
,
it
was
succeeded
by
an
impatience
that
partially
emboldened
him
.
The
latter
plainly
sprang
from
his
perceiving
,
that
the
Headless
Horseman
,
instead
of
approaching
the
timber
,
still
kept
at
a
regular
distance
of
two
hundred
yards
from
its
edge
.
That
this
chafed
him
was
evident
from
a
string
of
soliloquies
,
muttered
half
aloud
.
They
were
not
free
from
blasphemy
;
but
that
was
characteristic
of
the
man
who
pronounced
them
.
"
Damn
the
infernal
brute
!
If
he
'd
only
come
twenty
yards
nearer
,
I
could
fetch
him
.
My
gun
wo
n't
carry
that
distance
.
I
'd
miss
him
for
sure
,
and
then
it
'll
be
all
up
.
I
may
never
get
the
chance
again
.
Confound
him
!
He
's
all
of
twenty
yards
too
far
off
.
"
As
if
the
last
was
an
ambiguity
rather
than
a
conviction
,
the
speaker
appeared
to
measure
with
his
eye
the
space
that
separated
him
from
the
headless
rider
--
all
the
while
holding
in
hand
a
short
Yäger
rifle
,
capped
and
cocked
--
ready
for
instant
discharge
.
"
No
use
,
"
he
continued
,
after
a
process
of
silent
computation
.
"
I
might
hit
the
beast
with
a
spent
ball
,
but
only
to
scare
without
crippling
him
.
I
must
have
patience
,
and
wait
till
he
gets
a
little
nearer
.
Damn
them
wolves
!
He
might
come
in
,
if
it
was
n't
for
them
.
So
long
as
they
're
about
him
,
he
'll
give
the
timber
a
wide
berth
.
It
's
the
nature
of
these
Texas
howes
--
devil
skin
them
!
"
I
wonder
if
coaxing
would
do
any
good
?
"
he
proceeded
,
after
a
pause
.
"
Maybe
the
sound
of
a
man
's
voice
would
bring
the
animal
to
a
stand
?
Doubtful
.
He
's
not
likely
to
've
heard
much
of
that
lately
.
I
suppose
it
would
only
frighten
him
!
The
sight
of
my
horse
would
be
sure
to
do
it
,
as
it
did
before
;
though
that
was
in
the
moonlight
.
Besides
,
he
was
chased
by
the
howling
staghound
.
No
wonder
his
being
wild
,
then
,
ridden
as
he
is
by
hell
knows
what
;
for
it
ca
n't
be
--
Bah
!
After
all
,
there
must
be
some
trick
in
it
;
some
damned
infernal
trick
!
"
For
a
while
the
speaker
checked
his
horse
with
a
tight
rein
.
And
,
leaning
forward
,
so
as
to
get
a
good
view
through
the
trees
,
continued
to
scan
the
strange
shape
that
was
slowly
skirting
the
timber
.
