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"
I
travelled
slowly
.
There
was
no
reason
for
being
in
a
hurry
.
I
was
in
no
mood
for
going
to
sleep
that
night
;
and
it
mattered
little
to
me
where
I
should
spend
it
--
on
the
prairie
,
or
under
the
roof
of
my
jacalé
.
I
knew
I
could
reach
the
Alamo
before
daybreak
;
and
that
would
be
as
soon
as
I
desired
.
"
I
never
thought
of
looking
behind
me
.
I
had
no
suspicion
that
any
one
was
coming
after
;
until
I
had
got
about
half
a
mile
into
the
chapparal
--
where
the
Rio
Grande
trace
runs
through
it
.
"
Then
I
heard
the
stroke
of
a
horse
's
hoof
,
that
appeared
hurrying
up
behind
.
"
I
had
got
round
the
corner
--
where
the
trace
makes
a
sharp
turn
--
and
was
hindered
from
seeing
the
horseman
.
But
I
could
tell
that
he
was
coming
on
at
a
trot
.
"
It
might
be
somebody
I
would
n't
care
to
encounter
?
"
That
was
the
reflection
I
made
;
though
I
was
n't
much
caring
who
.
It
was
more
from
habit
--
by
living
in
the
neighbourhood
of
the
Indians
--
that
I
drew
in
among
the
trees
,
and
waited
until
the
stranger
should
show
himself
.
"
He
did
so
shortly
after
.
"
You
may
judge
of
my
surprise
when
,
instead
of
a
stranger
,
I
saw
the
man
from
whom
I
had
so
lately
parted
in
anger
.
When
I
say
anger
,
I
do
n't
speak
of
myself
--
only
him
.
"
Was
he
still
in
the
same
temper
?
Had
he
been
only
restrained
by
the
presence
of
his
sister
from
attacking
me
?
Relieved
of
this
,
had
he
come
after
me
to
demand
satisfaction
for
the
injury
he
supposed
her
to
have
sustained
?
