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What
that
object
was
he
and
only
one
other
knew
--
that
other
Zeb
Stump
--
though
little
did
Calhoun
imagine
that
mortal
man
could
have
a
suspicion
of
the
nature
of
his
early
errand
.
The
old
hunter
had
only
conjectured
it
;
but
it
was
a
conjecture
of
the
truth
of
which
he
was
as
certain
,
as
if
the
ex-captain
had
made
him
his
confidant
.
He
knew
that
the
latter
had
gone
off
in
search
of
the
Headless
Horseman
--
in
hopes
of
renewing
the
chase
of
yesterday
,
with
a
better
chance
of
effecting
a
capture
.
Though
bestriding
a
steed
fleet
as
a
Texan
stag
,
Calhoun
was
by
no
means
sanguine
of
success
.
There
were
many
chances
against
his
getting
sight
of
the
game
he
intended
to
take
:
at
least
two
to
one
;
and
this
it
was
that
formed
the
theme
of
his
reflections
as
he
rode
onward
.
The
uncertainty
troubled
him
;
but
he
was
solaced
by
a
hope
founded
upon
some
late
experiences
.
There
was
a
particular
place
where
he
had
twice
encountered
the
thing
he
was
in
search
of
.
It
might
be
there
again
?
This
was
an
embayment
of
green
sward
,
where
the
savannah
was
bordered
by
the
chapparal
,
and
close
to
the
embouchure
of
that
opening
--
where
it
was
supposed
the
murder
had
been
committed
!
"
Odd
he
should
always
make
back
there
?
"
reflected
Calhoun
,
as
he
pondered
upon
the
circumstance
.
"
Damned
ugly
odd
it
is
!
Looks
as
if
he
knew
--
.
Bah
!
It
's
only
because
the
grass
is
better
,
and
that
pond
by
the
side
of
it
.
Well
!
I
hope
he
's
been
thinking
that
way
this
morning
.
If
so
,
there
'll
be
a
chance
of
finding
him
.
If
not
,
I
must
go
on
through
the
chapparal
;
and
hang
me
if
I
like
it
--
though
it
be
in
the
daylight
.
Ugh
!
"
Pish
!
what
's
there
to
fear
--
now
that
he
's
safe
in
limbo
?
Nothing
but
the
bit
of
lead
;
and
it
I
must
have
,
if
I
should
ride
this
thing
till
it
drops
dead
in
its
tracks
.
Holy
Heaven
!
what
's
that
out
yonder
?
"
These
last
six
words
were
spoken
aloud
.
All
the
rest
had
been
a
soliloquy
in
thought
.
