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To
Isidora
there
was
something
ludicrous
in
the
transference
.
She
almost
laughed
while
it
was
being
carried
on
.
Calhoun
looked
upon
it
in
a
different
light
.
There
was
a
purpose
present
before
his
mind
--
one
of
the
utmost
importance
.
They
parted
without
much
further
speech
--
only
the
usual
greetings
of
adieu
--
Isidora
going
off
on
the
frison
;
while
the
ex-officer
,
mounted
on
the
grey
mustang
,
continued
his
course
in
the
direction
of
Casa
del
Corvo
.
Zeb
was
not
long
in
arriving
at
the
spot
where
he
had
"
hitched
"
his
mare
.
The
topography
of
the
chapparal
was
familiar
to
him
;
and
he
crossed
it
by
a
less
circuitous
route
than
that
taken
by
the
cripple
.
He
once
more
threw
himself
upon
the
trail
of
the
broken
shoe
,
in
full
belief
that
it
would
fetch
out
not
a
hundred
miles
from
Casa
del
Corvo
.
It
led
him
along
a
road
running
almost
direct
from
one
of
the
crossings
of
the
Rio
Grande
to
Fort
Inge
.
The
road
was
a
half-mile
in
width
--
a
thing
not
uncommon
in
Texas
,
where
every
traveller
selects
his
own
path
,
alone
looking
to
the
general
direction
.
Along
one
edge
of
it
had
gone
the
horse
with
the
damaged
shoe
.
Not
all
the
way
to
Fort
Inge
.
When
within
four
or
five
miles
of
the
post
,
the
trail
struck
off
from
the
road
,
at
an
angle
of
just
such
degree
as
followed
in
a
straight
line
would
bring
out
by
Poindexter
's
plantation
.
So
confident
was
Zeb
of
this
,
that
he
scarce
deigned
to
keep
his
eye
upon
the
ground
;
but
rode
forwards
,
as
if
a
finger-post
was
constantly
by
his
side
.
He
had
long
before
given
up
following
the
trail
afoot
.
Despite
his
professed
contempt
for
"
horse-fixings
"
--
as
he
called
riding
--
he
had
no
objection
to
finish
his
journey
in
the
saddle
--
fashed
as
he
now
was
with
the
fatigue
of
protracted
trailing
over
prairie
and
through
chapparal
.
Now
and
then
only
did
he
cast
a
glance
upon
the
ground
--
less
to
assure
himself
he
was
on
the
track
of
the
broken
shoe
,
than
to
notice
whether
something
else
might
not
be
learnt
from
the
sign
,
besides
its
mere
direction
.
There
were
stretches
of
the
prairie
where
the
turf
,
hard
and
dry
,
had
taken
no
impression
.
An
ordinary
traveller
might
have
supposed
himself
the
first
to
pass
over
the
ground
.
But
Zeb
Stump
was
not
of
this
class
;
and
although
he
could
not
always
distinguish
the
hoof
marks
,
he
knew
within
an
inch
where
they
would
again
become
visible
--
on
the
more
moist
and
softer
patches
of
the
prairie
.
