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It was a straight unchanging chase across country a trial of speed between the horses without riders, and the horses that were ridden. Speed alone could save the riders.

Miss Poindexter! the mustanger called out to the young lady. You must ride on alone.

But why, sir? asked she, bringing the mustang almost instantaneously to a stand.

If we keep together we shall be overtaken. I must do something to stay those savage animals. For heavens sake dont question me! Ten seconds of lost time, and itll be too late. Look ahead yonder. Do you see a pond? Ride straight towards it. You will find yourself between two high fences. They come together at the pond. Youll see a gap, with bars. If Im not up in time, gallop through, dismount, and put the bars up behind you.

And you, sir?

Have no fear for me! Alone, I shall run but little risk. For mercys sake, gallop forward! Keep the water under your eyes. Let it guide you. Remember to close the gap behind you.

He overtook her on the shore of the pond. She was still seated in the saddle, relieved from all apprehension for his safety, and only trembling with a gratitude that longed to find expression in speech.

The peril was passed.

No longer in dread of any danger, the young Creole looked interrogatively around her.

What is it for? inquired the lady, indicating the construction.

Maurice explained to her that they were in a mustang trap a contrivance for catching wild horses.

The water attracts them; or they are driven towards it by a band of mustangers who follow, and force them on through the gap. Once within the corral, there is no trouble in taking them.

Poor things! Is it yours? You are a mustanger? You told us so?

I am; but I do not hunt the wild horse in this way. I prefer being alone. My weapon is this the lazo.

I wish I could throw the lazo, said the young Creole. They tell me it is not a lady-like accomplishment.

Not lady-like! Surely it is as much so as skating? I know a lady who is very expert at it.

An American lady?

No; shes Mexican, and lives on the Rio Grande; but sometimes comes across to the Leona where she has relatives.

A young lady?

Yes. About your own age, I should think, Miss Poindexter.

Size?

Not so tall as you.

But much prettier, of course? The Mexican ladies, Ive heard, in the matter of good looks, far surpass us plain Americans.

I think Creoles are not included in that category, was the reply. Perhaps you are anxious to get back to your party? said Maurice, observing her abstracted air. Your father may be alarmed by your long absence? Your brother your cousin-

Ah, true! she hurriedly rejoined, in a tone that betrayed pique. I was not thinking of that. Thanks, sir, for reminding me of my duty. Let us go back!

Again in the saddle, she gathered up her reins, and plied her tiny spur both acts being performed with an air of reluctance, as if she would have preferred lingering a little longer in the mustang trap.

1) Who organized the picnic? What entertainment was provided?

2) What happened in the prairie? Was Louise scared?

3) Who saved her and how?

4) What lady did Maurice tell Louise about?

Chapter Six

In the incipient city springing up under the protection of Fort Inge, the hotel was the most conspicuous building.

The hotel, or tavern, Rough and Ready, though differing but little from other Texan houses of entertainment, had some points in particular. Its proprietor was a German in this part of the world, as elsewhere, found to be the best purveyors of food. Oberdoffer was the name he had imported with him from his fatherland; transformed by his Texan customers into Old Duffer.

There was one other peculiarity about the bar-room of the Rough and Ready, though it was not uncommon elsewhere. The building was shaped like a capital T; the bar-room representing the head of the letter. The counter extended along one side; while at each end was a door that opened outward into the public square of the city.

With the exception of the ladies, almost every one who had taken part in the expedition seemed to think that a half-hour spent at the Rough and Ready was necessary as a nightcap[23] before retiring to rest.

One of the groups assembled in the bar-room consisted of some eight or ten individuals, half of them in uniform. Among the latter were the three officers: the captain of infantry, and the two lieutenants.

Along with these was an officer older than any of them, also higher in authority. He was the commandant of the cantonment.

These gentlemen were conversing about the incidents of the day.

Now tell us, major! said lieutenant Hancock: you must know. Where did the girl gallop to?

How should I know? answered the officer appealed to. Ask her cousin, Mr Cassius Calhoun.

We have asked him, but without getting any satisfaction. Its clear he knows no more than we. He only met them on the return

Did you notice Calhoun as he came back? inquired the captain of infantry.

He did look rather unhappy, replied the major; but surely, Captain Sloman, you dont attribute it to?

Jealousy. I do, and nothing else.

What! of Maurice the mustanger? impossible at least, very improbable.

And why, major?

My dear Sloman, Louise Poindexter is a lady, and Maurice Gerald

May be a gentleman

A trader in horses! scornfully exclaimed Crossman; the major is right the things impossible.

Hes an Irishman, major, this mustanger; and if he is what I have some reason to suspect

Whatever he is, interrupted the major, looking at the door, hes there to answer for himself.

Silently advancing across the sanded floor, the mustanger had taken his stand at an unoccupied space in front of the counter.

A glass of whisky and water, if you please? was the modest request with which he saluted the landlord.

The officers were about to interrogate the mustanger as the major had suggested when the entrance of still another individual caused them to suspend their design.

The new-comer was Cassius Calhoun. In his presence it would scarce have been delicacy to investigate the subject any further.

It could be seen that the ex-officer of volunteers was under the influence of drink.

Come, gentlemen! cried he, addressing himself to the majors party, at the same time stepping up to the counter; Drinks all round. What say you?

Agreed agreed! replied several voices.

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You, major?

With pleasure, Captain Calhoun.

The whole front of the long counter became occupied with scarce an inch to spare.

Apparently by accident though it may have been design on the part of Calhoun he was the outermost man on the extreme right of those who had responded to his invitation.

This brought him in juxtaposition[24] with Maurice Gerald, who alone was quietly drinking his whisky and water, and smoking a cigar he had just lighted.

The two were back to back neither having taken any notice of the other.

A toast! cried Calhoun, taking his glass from the counter. America for the Americans, and confusion to all foreign interlopers especially the damned Irish!

On delivering the toast, he staggered back a pace; which brought his body in contact with that of the mustanger at the moment standing with the glass raised to his lips. The collision caused the spilling of a portion of the whisky and water; which fell over the mustangers breast.

No one believed it was an accident even for a moment.

Having deposited his glass upon the counter, the mustanger had drawn a silk handkerchief from his pocket, and was wiping from his shirt bosom the defilement of the spilt whisky.

In silence everybody awaited the development.

I am an Irishman, said the mustanger, as he returned his handkerchief to the place from which he had taken it.

You? scornfully retorted Calhoun, turning round. You? he continued, with his eye measuring the mustanger from head to foot, you an Irishman? Great God, sir, I should never have thought so! I should have taken you for a Mexican, judging by your rig.

I cant perceive how my rig should concern you, Mr Cassius Calhoun; and as youve done my shirt no service by spilling half my liquor upon it, I shall take the liberty of unstarching[25] yours in a similar fashion.

So saying, the mustanger took up his glass; and, before Calhoun could get out of the way, the remains of the whisky were swilled into his face, sending him off into a fit of alternate sneezing and coughing that appeared to afford satisfaction to more than a majority of the bystanders.

All saw that the quarrel was a serious one. The affair must end in a fight. No power on earth could prevent it from coming to that conclusion.

On receiving the alcoholic douche, Calhoun had clutched his six-shooter,[26] and drawn it from its holster. He only waited to get the whisky out of his eyes before advancing upon his enemy.

The mustanger, anticipating this action, had armed himself with a similar weapon, and stood ready to return the fire of his antagonist shot for shot.

Hold! commanded the major in a loud authoritative tone, interposing the long blade of his his sabre between the disputants.

Hold your fire I command you both. Drop your muzzles; or by the Almighty[27] Ill take the arm off the first of you that touches trigger!

Why? shouted Calhoun, purple with angry passion. Why, Major Ringwood? After an insult like that, and from a low fellow

You were the first to offer it, Captain Calhoun.

Damn me if I care! I shall be the last to let it pass unpunished. Stand out of the way, major.

Im not the man to stand in the way of the honest adjustment of a quarrel, answered the major. You shall be quite at liberty you and your antagonist to kill one another, if it pleases you. But not just now. You must perceive, Mr Calhoun, that your sport endangers the lives of other people, who have not the slightest interest in it. Wait till the rest of us can withdraw to a safe distance.

Calhoun stood, with sullen brow, gritting his teeth; while the mustanger appeared to take things as coolly as if neither angry, nor an Irishman.

I suppose you are determined upon fighting? said the major, knowing that, there was not much chance of adjusting the quarrel.

I have no particular wish for it, modestly responded Maurice. If Mr Calhoun apologises for what he has said, and also what he has done

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