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A
burst
of
laughter
--
in
which
only
a
few
feminine
voices
bore
part
--
was
the
reply
to
Zeb
's
gallant
speech
.
"
I
shall
owe
you
two
hundred
dollars
for
this
,
"
said
the
planter
,
addressing
himself
to
Maurice
,
and
pointing
to
the
spotted
mare
.
"
I
think
that
was
the
sum
stipulated
for
by
Mr
Stump
.
"
"
I
was
not
a
party
to
the
stipulation
,
"
replied
the
mustanger
,
with
a
significant
but
well-intentioned
smile
.
"
I
can
not
take
your
money
.
She
is
not
for
sale
.
"
"
Oh
,
indeed
!
"
said
the
planter
,
drawing
back
with
an
air
of
proud
disappointment
;
while
his
brother
planters
,
as
well
as
the
officers
of
the
Fort
,
looked
astonished
at
the
refusal
of
such
a
munificent
price
.
Two
hundred
dollars
for
an
untamed
mustang
,
when
the
usual
rate
of
price
was
from
ten
to
twenty
!
The
mustanger
must
be
mad
?
He
gave
them
no
time
to
descant
upon
his
sanity
.
"
Mr
Poindexter
,
"
he
continued
,
speaking
in
the
same
good-humoured
strain
,
"
you
have
given
me
such
a
generous
price
for
my
other
captives
--
and
before
they
were
taken
too
--
that
I
can
afford
to
make
a
present
--
what
we
over
in
Ireland
call
a
'
luckpenny
.
'
It
is
our
custom
there
also
,
when
a
horse-trade
takes
place
at
the
house
,
to
give
the
douceur
,
not
to
the
purchaser
himself
,
but
to
one
of
the
fair
members
of
his
family
.
May
I
have
your
permission
to
introduce
this
Hibernian
fashion
into
the
settlements
of
Texas
?
"
"
Certainly
,
by
all
means
!
"
responded
several
voices
,
two
or
three
of
them
unmistakably
with
an
Irish
accentuation
.
"
Oh
,
certainly
,
Mr
Gerald
!
"
replied
the
planter
,
his
conservatism
giving
way
to
the
popular
will
--
"
as
you
please
about
that
.
"
"
Thanks
,
gentlemen
--
thanks
!
"
said
the
mustanger
,
with
a
patronising
look
towards
men
who
believed
themselves
to
be
his
masters
.
"
This
mustang
is
my
luckpenny
;
and
if
Miss
Poindexter
will
condescend
to
accept
of
it
,
I
shall
feel
more
than
repaid
for
the
three
days
'
chase
which
the
creature
has
cost
me
.
Had
she
been
the
most
cruel
of
coquettes
,
she
could
scarce
have
been
more
difficult
to
subdue
.
"
