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The
rumour
became
rife
that
Maurice
Gerald
had
told
them
a
tale
--
a
strange
weird
story
--
but
of
its
details
the
world
outside
remained
in
itching
ignorance
.
There
was
one
who
knew
it
--
one
able
to
confirm
it
--
Zeb
Stump
the
hunter
.
There
may
have
been
another
;
but
this
other
was
not
in
the
confidence
either
of
the
accused
or
his
counsel
.
Zeb
himself
did
not
appear
in
their
company
.
Only
once
had
he
been
seen
conferring
with
them
.
After
that
he
was
gone
--
both
from
the
guard-house
and
the
settlement
,
as
everybody
supposed
,
about
his
ordinary
business
--
in
search
of
deer
,
"
baar
,
"
or
"
gobbler
.
"
Everybody
was
in
error
.
Zeb
for
the
time
had
forsaken
his
usual
pursuits
,
or
,
at
all
events
,
the
game
he
was
accustomed
to
chase
,
capture
,
and
kill
.
It
is
true
he
was
out
upon
a
stalking
expedition
;
but
instead
of
birds
or
beasts
,
he
was
after
an
animal
of
neither
sort
;
one
that
could
not
be
classed
with
creatures
either
of
the
earth
or
the
air
--
a
horseman
without
a
head
!
"
Tried
to-morrow
--
to-morrow
,
thank
God
!
Not
likely
that
anybody
'll
catch
that
cursed
thing
before
then
--
to
be
hoped
,
never
.
"
It
is
all
I
've
got
to
fear
.
I
defy
them
to
tell
what
's
happened
without
that
.
Hang
me
if
I
know
myself
!
Enough
only
to
--
.
"
Queer
,
the
coming
of
this
Irish
pettifogger
!
"
Queer
,
too
,
the
fellow
from
San
Antonio
!
Wonder
who
and
what
's
brought
him
?
Somebody
's
promised
him
his
costs
?
