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"
Thur
's
jest
a
posserbillity
the
skunk
mout
sneak
out
i
'
the
night
?
"
was
his
reflection
.
"
Leastways
afore
the
light
o
'
the
mornin
'
;
an
I
must
make
sure
which
way
he
takes
purayra
.
"
'
Taint
no
use
my
toatin
'
the
maar
after
me
,
"
he
continued
,
glancing
in
the
direction
where
the
animal
had
been
left
.
"
She
'd
only
bother
me
.
Beside
,
thur
's
goin
'
to
be
a
clurrish
sort
o
'
moonlight
;
an
she
mout
be
seen
from
the
nigger
quarter
.
She
'll
be
better
hyur
--
both
for
grass
and
kiver
.
"
He
went
back
to
the
mare
;
took
off
the
saddle
;
fastened
the
trail-rope
round
her
neck
,
tying
the
other
end
to
a
tree
;
and
then
,
unstrapping
his
old
blanket
from
the
cantle
,
he
threw
it
across
his
left
arm
,
and
walked
off
in
the
direction
of
Casa
del
Corvo
.
He
did
not
proceed
pari
passu
;
but
now
quicker
,
and
now
more
hesitatingly
--
timing
himself
,
by
the
twilight
--
so
that
his
approach
might
not
be
observed
from
the
hacienda
.
He
had
need
of
this
caution
:
for
the
ground
which
he
had
to
pass
was
like
a
level
lawn
,
without
copse
or
cover
of
any
kind
.
Here
and
there
stood
a
solitary
tree
--
dwarf-oak
or
algarobia
,
but
not
close
enough
to
shelter
him
from
being
seen
through
the
windows
--
much
less
from
the
azotea
.
Now
and
then
he
stopped
altogether
--
to
wait
for
the
deepening
of
the
twilight
.
Working
his
way
in
this
stealthy
manner
,
he
arrived
within
less
than
two
hundred
yards
of
the
walls
--
just
as
the
last
trace
of
sunlight
disappeared
from
the
sky
.
He
had
reached
the
goal
of
his
journey
--
for
that
day
--
and
the
spot
on
which
he
was
likely
to
pass
the
night
.
A
low
stemless
bush
grew
near
;
and
,
laying
himself
down
behind
it
,
he
resumed
the
espionage
,
that
could
scarce
be
said
to
have
been
interrupted
.
*
*
*
