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He
congratulates
himself
on
the
chance
that
has
given
him
such
a
steed
He
may
ascribe
it
to
the
devil
.
He
can
not
attribute
it
to
God
!
And
will
God
permit
this
red-handed
ruffian
to
escape
?
Will
He
not
stretch
forth
His
almighty
arm
,
and
stay
the
assassin
in
his
flight
?
Will
God
permit
the
red-handed
ruffian
to
escape
?
Will
He
not
stretch
forth
His
almighty
arm
,
and
stay
the
assassin
in
his
flight
?
These
interrogatories
are
put
by
those
who
have
remained
under
the
tree
.
They
are
answered
by
an
instinct
of
justice
--
the
first
negatively
,
the
second
in
the
affirmative
.
He
will
not
,
and
He
will
.
The
answers
are
but
conjectural
;
doubtfully
so
,
as
Calhoun
goes
galloping
off
;
a
little
less
doubtful
as
Zeb
Stump
is
descried
starting
after
him
;
and
still
less
,
when
a
hundred
horsemen
--
soldiers
and
civilians
--
spring
forward
in
the
pursuit
.
The
doubt
diminishes
as
the
last
of
the
pursuers
is
seen
leaving
the
ground
.
All
seem
to
believe
that
the
last
at
starting
will
be
first
in
the
chase
:
for
they
perceive
that
it
is
Maurice
the
mustanger
mounted
on
a
horse
whose
fleetness
is
now
far
famed
.
The
exclamations
late
ringing
through
the
court
have
proclaimed
not
only
a
fresh
postponement
of
his
trial
,
but
its
indefinite
adjournment
.
By
the
consent
of
the
assemblage
,
vociferously
expressed
,
or
tacitly
admitted
,
he
feels
that
he
is
free
.
The
first
use
he
makes
of
his
liberty
is
to
rush
towards
the
horse
late
ridden
by
the
headless
rider
--
as
all
know
--
his
own
.
