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The
second
half
of
the
"
pone
"
and
the
remaining
moiety
of
the
pork
,
soon
disappeared
between
his
teeth
;
after
which
followed
the
liquor
that
had
been
left
in
his
flask
.
He
had
refilled
his
pipe
,
and
was
about
relighting
it
,
when
an
object
came
before
his
eyes
,
that
caused
him
hastily
to
return
his
flint
and
steel
to
the
pouch
from
which
he
had
taken
them
.
Through
the
blue
mist
of
the
morning
the
entrance
of
Casa
del
Corvo
showed
a
darker
disc
.
The
door
had
been
drawn
open
.
Almost
at
the
same
instant
a
horseman
was
seen
to
sally
forth
,
mounted
upon
a
small
grey
horse
;
and
the
door
was
at
once
closed
behind
him
.
Zeb
Stump
made
no
note
of
this
.
He
only
looked
to
see
what
direction
the
early
traveller
would
take
.
Less
than
a
score
of
seconds
sufficed
to
satisfy
him
.
The
horse
's
head
and
the
face
of
the
rider
were
turned
towards
himself
.
He
lost
no
time
in
trying
to
identify
either
.
He
did
not
doubt
of
its
being
the
same
man
and
horse
,
that
had
passed
that
spot
on
the
evening
before
;
and
he
was
equally
confident
they
were
going
to
pass
it
again
.
What
he
did
was
to
shamble
up
to
his
mare
;
in
some
haste
get
her
saddled
and
bridled
;
and
then
,
having
taken
up
his
trail
rope
,
lead
her
off
into
a
cover
--
from
which
he
could
command
a
view
of
the
chapparal
path
,
without
danger
of
being
himself
seen
.
This
done
,
he
awaited
the
arrival
of
the
traveller
on
the
grey
steed
--
whom
he
knew
to
be
Captain
Cassius
Calhoun
.
He
waited
still
longer
--
until
the
latter
had
trotted
past
;
until
he
had
gone
quite
through
the
belt
of
chapparal
,
and
in
the
hazy
light
of
the
morning
gradually
disappeared
on
the
prairie
beyond
