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He
bent
over
it
,
with
a
different
thought
--
a
feeling
of
surprise
commingled
with
a
touch
of
superstition
.
The
track
looked
recent
,
as
if
made
on
the
day
before
.
There
had
been
wind
,
rain
,
thunder
,
and
lightning
.
Not
one
of
these
had
wasted
it
.
Even
the
angry
elements
appeared
to
have
passed
over
without
destroying
it
--
as
if
to
spare
it
for
a
testimony
against
the
outraged
laws
of
Nature
--
their
God
.
Calhoun
dismounted
,
with
the
design
to
obliterate
the
track
of
the
three-quarter
shoe
.
Better
for
him
to
have
spared
himself
the
pains
.
The
crease
of
his
boot-heel
crushing
in
the
stiff
mud
was
only
an
additional
evidence
as
to
who
had
ridden
the
broken-shoed
horse
.
There
was
one
coming
close
behind
capable
of
collecting
it
.
Once
more
in
his
saddle
,
the
ex-officer
rode
on
--
reflecting
on
his
own
astuteness
.
His
reflections
had
scarce
reached
the
point
of
reverie
,
when
the
hoof-stroke
of
a
horse
--
not
his
own
--
came
suddenly
within
hearing
.
Not
within
sight
:
for
the
animal
making
them
was
still
screened
by
the
chapparal
.
Plainly
was
it
approaching
;
and
,
although
at
a
slow
pace
,
the
measured
tread
told
of
its
being
guided
,
and
not
straying
.
It
was
a
horse
with
a
rider
upon
his
back
.
In
another
instant
both
were
in
view
;
and
Calhoun
saw
before
him
Isidora
Covarubio
de
los
Llanos
;
she
at
the
same
instant
catching
sight
of
him
!
It
was
a
strange
circumstance
that
these
two
should
thus
encounter
one
another
--
apparently
by
chance
,
though
perhaps
controlled
by
destiny
.
Stranger
still
the
thought
summoned
up
in
the
bosoms
of
both
.
In
Calhoun
,
Isidora
saw
the
man
who
loved
the
woman
she
herself
hated
.
In
Isidora
,
Calhoun
saw
the
woman
who
loved
him
he
both
hated
and
had
determined
to
destroy
.
This
mutual
knowledge
they
had
derived
partly
from
report
,
partly
from
observation
,
and
partly
from
the
suspicious
circumstances
under
which
more
than
once
they
had
met
.
They
were
equally
convinced
of
its
truth
.
Each
felt
certain
of
the
sinister
entanglement
of
the
other
;
while
both
believed
their
own
to
be
unsuspected
.
The
situation
was
not
calculated
to
create
a
friendly
feeling
between
them
.
It
is
not
natural
that
man
,
or
woman
,
should
like
the
admirer
of
a
rival
.
They
can
only
be
friends
at
that
point
where
jealousy
prompts
to
the
deadliest
vengeance
;
and
then
it
is
but
a
sinister
sympathy
.
