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There
is
only
one
pair
that
looks
in
the
right
direction
--
those
of
Zeb
Stump
.
The
ci-devant
witness
is
seen
suddenly
to
forsake
the
spot
on
which
he
has
been
giving
his
testimony
,
and
glide
towards
his
old
mare
--
still
alongside
the
horse
late
relieved
of
his
ghastly
rider
.
With
an
agility
that
surprises
every
one
,
the
old
hunter
springs
upon
the
mare
's
back
,
and
spurs
her
from
under
the
tree
.
At
the
same
instant
the
spectators
catch
sight
of
a
man
,
moving
among
the
horses
that
stand
picketed
over
the
plain
.
Though
proceeding
stealthily
,
as
if
to
avoid
being
observed
,
he
moves
at
a
rapid
rate
--
making
for
a
particular
quarter
of
the
cavallada
.
"
'
Tis
he
!
'
Tis
Calhoun
!
"
cries
the
voice
of
one
who
has
recognised
him
.
"
Trying
to
steal
off
!
"
proclaims
another
.
"
Follow
him
!
"
shouts
the
judge
,
in
a
tone
of
stern
command
.
"
Follow
,
and
bring
him
back
!
"
There
is
no
need
for
the
order
to
be
repeated
.
Ere
the
words
are
well
out
,
it
is
in
the
act
of
being
obeyed
--
by
scores
of
men
who
rush
simultaneously
towards
their
horses
.
Before
reaching
them
,
Calhoun
has
reached
his
--
a
grey
mustang
,
standing
on
the
outskirts
of
the
cavallada
.
