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Of
the
ladies
,
the
major
's
wife
alone
addressed
him
in
a
familiar
way
;
but
that
was
in
a
tone
that
told
of
superior
position
,
coupled
with
condescension
.
He
was
more
gratified
by
a
glance
--
quick
and
silent
--
when
his
eye
changed
intelligence
with
that
of
the
young
Creole
.
Hers
was
not
the
only
one
that
rested
approvingly
upon
him
.
In
truth
,
the
mustanger
looked
splendid
,
despite
his
travel-stained
habiliments
.
His
journey
of
over
twenty
miles
had
done
little
to
fatigue
him
.
The
prairie
breeze
had
freshened
the
colour
upon
his
cheeks
;
and
his
full
round
throat
,
naked
to
the
breast-bone
,
and
slightly
bronzed
with
the
sun
,
contributed
to
the
manliness
of
his
mien
.
Even
the
dust
clinging
to
his
curled
hair
could
not
altogether
conceal
its
natural
gloss
,
nor
the
luxuriance
of
its
growth
;
while
a
figure
tersely
knit
told
of
strength
and
endurance
beyond
the
ordinary
endowment
of
man
.
There
were
stolen
glances
,
endeavouring
to
catch
his
,
sent
by
more
than
one
of
the
fair
circle
.
The
pretty
niece
of
the
commissary
smiled
admiringly
upon
him
.
Some
said
the
commissary
's
wife
;
but
this
could
be
only
a
slander
,
to
be
traced
,
perhaps
,
to
the
doctor
's
better
half
--
the
Lady
Teazle
of
the
cantonment
.
"
Surely
,
"
said
Poindexter
,
after
making
an
examination
of
the
captured
mustang
,
"
this
must
be
the
animal
of
which
old
Zeb
Stump
has
been
telling
me
?
"
"
It
ur
thet
eyedenticul
same
,
"
answered
the
individual
so
described
,
making
his
way
towards
Maurice
with
the
design
of
assisting
him
.
"
Ye-es
,
Mister
Peintdexter
;
the
eyedenticul
critter
--
a
maar
,
es
ye
kin
all
see
for
yurselves
--
"
"
Yes
,
yes
,
"
hurriedly
interposed
the
planter
,
not
desiring
any
further
elucidation
.
"
The
young
fellur
hed
grupped
her
afore
I
got
thur
;
so
I
wur
jess
in
the
nick
o
'
time
'
bout
it
.
She
mout
a
been
tuck
elswhar
,
an
then
Miss
Lewaze
thur
mout
a
missed
hevin
'
her
.
"
"
It
is
true
indeed
,
Mr
Stump
!
It
was
very
thoughtful
of
you
.
I
know
not
how
I
shall
ever
be
able
to
reciprocate
your
kindness
?
"
"
Reciperkate
!
Wal
,
I
spose
thet
air
means
to
do
suthin
in
return
.
Ye
kin
do
thet
,
miss
,
'
ithout
much
difeequilty
.
I
ha
n't
dud
nothin
'
for
you
,
ceptin
'
make
a
bit
o
'
a
journey
acrost
the
purayra
.
To
see
yur
bewtyful
self
mounted
on
thet
maar
,
wi
'
yur
ploomed
het
upon
yur
head
,
an
yur
long-tailed
pettykote
streakin
'
it
ahint
you
,
'
ud
pay
old
Zeb
Stump
to
go
clur
to
the
Rockies
,
and
back
agin
.
"
"
Oh
,
Mr
Stump
!
you
are
an
incorrigible
flatterer
!
Look
around
you
!
you
will
see
many
here
more
deserving
of
your
compliments
than
I.
"
"
Wal
,
wal
!
"
rejoined
Zeb
,
casting
a
look
of
careless
scrutiny
towards
the
ladies
,
"
I
ai
n't
a
goin
'
to
deny
thet
thur
air
gobs
o
'
putty
critters
hyur
--
dog-goned
putty
critters
;
but
es
they
used
to
say
in
ole
Loozyanney
,
thur
air
but
one
Lewaze
Peintdexter
.
"
