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Nothing
of
the
kind
.
The
murderer
of
Henry
Poindexter
is
not
mad
.
In
his
attempt
to
elude
the
justice
he
now
dreads
,
he
is
not
trusting
to
such
slender
chances
as
either
a
quick
gallop
across
the
prairie
,
or
a
possible
concealment
in
the
timber
beyond
.
There
is
a
still
farther
beyond
--
a
border
.
Upon
this
his
thoughts
are
dwelling
,
and
his
hopes
have
become
fixed
.
There
are
,
indeed
,
two
borders
.
One
that
separates
two
nations
termed
civilised
.
There
is
a
law
of
extradition
between
them
.
For
all
this
the
red-handed
assassin
may
cheat
justice
--
often
does
--
by
an
adroit
migration
from
one
to
the
other
--
a
mere
change
of
residence
and
nationality
.
But
it
is
not
this
course
Calhoun
intends
to
take
.
However
ill
observed
the
statute
between
Texas
and
Mexico
,
he
has
no
intention
to
take
advantage
of
its
loose
observance
.
He
dreads
to
risk
such
a
danger
.
With
the
consciousness
of
his
great
crime
,
he
has
reason
.
Though
riding
toward
the
Rio
Grande
,
it
is
not
with
the
design
of
crossing
it
.
He
has
bethought
him
of
the
other
border
--
that
beyond
which
roams
the
savage
Comanche
--
the
Ishmaelite
of
the
prairies
--
whose
hand
is
against
every
man
with
a
white
skin
;
but
will
be
lifted
lightly
against
him
,
who
has
spilled
the
white
man
's
blood
!
In
his
tent
,
the
murderer
may
not
only
find
a
home
,
but
hope
for
hospitality
--
perhaps
promotion
,
in
the
red
career
of
his
adoption
!
It
is
from
an
understanding
of
these
circumstances
,
that
Calhoun
sees
a
chance
of
escape
,
that
support
him
against
despair
;
and
,
though
he
has
started
in
a
direct
line
for
the
Rio
Grande
,
he
intends
,
under
cover
of
the
chapparal
,
to
flee
towards
the
Llano
Estacado
.
He
does
not
dread
the
dangers
of
this
frightful
desert
;
nor
any
others
that
may
lie
before
him
.
They
can
be
but
light
compared
with
those
threatening
behind
.
He
might
feel
regret
at
the
terrible
expatriation
forced
upon
him
--
the
loss
of
wealth
,
friends
,
social
status
,
and
civilisation
--
more
than
all
,
the
severance
from
one
too
wildly
,
wickedly
loved
--
perhaps
never
to
be
seen
again
!
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*
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