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The
aim
of
the
assassin
had
been
true
enough
.
He
must
have
felt
sure
of
it
,
before
turning
the
muzzle
towards
his
own
temples
,
and
firing
the
bullet
that
had
lodged
in
his
brain
.
Right
over
the
heart
he
had
hit
his
intended
victim
,
and
through
the
heart
would
the
leaden
missile
have
made
its
way
,
but
that
a
gage
d'amour
--
the
gift
of
her
who
alone
could
have
secured
it
such
a
place
--
turned
aside
the
shot
,
causing
it
to
ricochet
!
Not
harmlessly
,
however
:
since
it
struck
one
of
the
spectators
standing
too
close
to
the
spot
.
Not
quite
harmless
,
either
,
was
it
to
him
for
whom
it
had
been
intended
.
The
stunning
shock
--
with
the
mental
and
corporeal
excitement
--
long
sustained
--
did
not
fail
to
produce
its
effect
;
and
the
mind
of
Maurice
Gerald
once
more
returned
to
its
delirious
dreaming
.
But
no
longer
lay
his
body
in
danger
--
in
the
chapparal
,
surrounded
by
wolves
,
and
shadowed
by
soaring
vultures
,
--
in
a
hut
,
where
he
was
but
ill
attended
--
in
a
jail
,
where
he
was
scarce
cared
for
at
all
.
When
again
restored
to
consciousness
,
it
was
to
discover
that
the
fair
vision
of
his
dreams
was
no
vision
at
all
,
but
a
lovely
woman
--
the
loveliest
on
the
Leona
,
or
in
all
Texas
if
you
like
--
by
name
Louise
Poindexter
.
There
was
now
no
one
to
object
to
her
nursing
him
;
not
even
her
own
father
.
The
spirit
of
the
aristocratic
planter
--
steeped
in
sorrow
,
and
humiliated
by
misfortune
--
had
become
purged
of
its
false
pride
;
though
it
needed
not
this
to
make
him
willingly
acquiesce
in
an
alliance
,
which
,
instead
of
a
"
nobody
,
"
gave
him
a
nobleman
for
his
son
.
Such
,
in
reality
,
was
Sir
Maurice
Gerald
--
erst
known
as
Maurice
the
mustanger
!
In
Texas
the
title
would
have
counted
for
little
;
nor
did
its
owner
care
to
carry
it
.
But
,
by
a
bit
of
good
fortune
--
not
always
attendant
on
an
Irish
baronetcy
--
it
carried
along
with
it
an
endowment
--
ample
enough
to
clear
Casa
del
Corvo
of
the
mortgage
held
by
the
late
Cassius
Calhoun
,
and
claimed
by
his
nearest
of
kin
.
