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There
could
be
no
mistake
about
the
character
of
the
cavalier
,
who
,
just
clearing
himself
from
the
cloud
of
sulphureous
smoke
--
now
falling
,
dispersed
over
the
prairie
--
came
galloping
on
towards
the
spot
where
Zeb
stood
.
It
was
the
horseman
without
a
head
.
Nor
could
there
be
any
doubt
as
to
the
direction
he
was
taking
--
as
straight
towards
Zeb
as
if
he
already
saw
,
and
was
determined
on
coming
up
with
him
!
A
braver
man
than
the
backwoodsman
could
not
have
been
found
within
the
confines
of
Texas
.
Cougar
,
or
jaguar
--
bear
,
buffalo
,
or
Red
Indian
--
he
could
have
encountered
without
quailing
.
Even
a
troop
of
Comanches
might
have
come
charging
on
,
without
causing
him
half
the
apprehension
felt
at
sight
of
that
solitary
equestrian
.
With
all
his
experience
of
Nature
in
her
most
secret
haunts
--
despite
the
stoicism
derived
from
that
experience
--
Zeb
Stump
was
not
altogether
free
from
superstitious
fancies
.
Who
is
?
With
the
courage
to
scorn
a
human
foe
--
any
enemy
that
might
show
itself
in
a
natural
shape
,
either
of
biped
or
quadruped
--
still
was
he
not
stern
enough
to
defy
the
abnormal
;
and
Bayard
himself
would
have
quailed
at
sight
of
the
cavalier
who
was
advancing
to
the
encounter
--
apparently
determined
upon
its
being
deadly
!
Zeb
Stump
not
only
quailed
;
but
,
trembling
in
his
tall
boots
of
alligator
leather
,
sought
concealment
.
He
did
so
,
long
before
the
Headless
Horseman
had
got
within
hailing
distance
;
or
,
as
he
supposed
,
within
sight
of
him
.
Some
bushes
growing
close
by
gave
him
the
chance
of
a
hiding
place
;
of
which
,
with
instinctive
quickness
,
he
availed
himself
.
The
mare
,
standing
saddled
by
his
side
,
might
still
have
betrayed
him
?
But
,
no
.
He
had
not
gone
to
his
knees
,
without
thinking
of
that
.
