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"
Let
him
proceed
,
then
,
"
directs
the
judge
,
igniting
a
fresh
Havannah
.
"
State
how
you
yourself
acted
,
"
pursues
the
examiner
.
"
What
did
you
do
,
after
making
the
observations
you
have
described
?
"
"
For
some
time
I
scarce
knew
what
to
do
--
I
was
so
perplexed
by
what
I
saw
beside
me
.
I
felt
convinced
that
there
had
been
a
murder
;
and
equally
so
that
it
had
been
done
by
the
shot
--
the
same
I
had
heard
.
"
But
who
could
have
fired
it
?
Not
Indians
.
Of
that
I
felt
sure
.
"
I
thought
of
some
prairie-pirate
,
who
might
have
intended
plunder
.
But
this
was
equally
improbable
.
My
Mexican
blanket
was
worth
a
hundred
dollars
.
That
would
have
been
taken
.
It
was
not
,
nor
anything
else
that
Poindexter
had
carried
about
him
.
Nothing
appeared
to
have
been
touched
.
Even
the
watch
was
still
in
his
waistcoat
pocket
,
with
the
chain
around
his
neck
glistening
through
the
gore
that
had
spurted
over
it
!
"
I
came
to
the
conclusion
:
that
the
deed
must
have
been
done
for
the
satisfaction
of
some
spite
or
revenge
;
and
I
tried
to
remember
whether
I
had
ever
heard
of
any
one
having
a
quarrel
with
young
Poindexter
,
or
a
grudge
against
him
.
"
I
never
had
"
Besides
,
why
had
the
head
been
cut
off
?
"
It
was
this
that
filled
me
with
astonishment
--
with
horror
.
"
Without
attempting
to
explain
it
,
I
bethought
me
of
what
was
best
to
be
done
.
