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Chapter 2

           "Iamsorry,MrPoindexter,Icannotstaytoconductyou,Iamridingexpress,withadespatchfortheFort.Ifyoushouldlosemytrail,keepthesunonyourrightshoulders:sothatyourshadowsmayfalltotheleft,atanangleofaboutfifteendegreestoyourlineofmarch.Gostraightforwardforaboutfivemiles.Youwillthencomeinsightofthetopofatalltreeacypress.Youwillknowitbyitsleavesbeinginthered.Headdirectforthistree.Itstandsonthebankoftheriver;andclosebyisthecrossing."

           Theyounghorseman,oncemoredrawinguphisreins,wasabouttorideoff;whensomethingcausedhimtolinger.Itwasapairofdarklustrouseyesobservedbyhimforthefirsttimeglancingthroughthecurtainsofthetravellingcarriage.

           Theirownerwasinshadow;buttherewaslightenoughtoshowthattheyweresetinacountenanceofsurpassingloveliness.Heperceived,moreover,thattheywereturneduponhimselffixed,ashefancied,inanexpressionthatbetokenedinterestalmosttenderness!

           Hereturneditwithaninvoluntaryglanceofadmiration,whichhemadebutanawkwardattempttoconceal.Lestitmightbemistakenforrudeness,hesuddenlyfacedround;andoncemoreaddressedhimselftotheplanterwhohadjustfinishedthankinghimforhiscivility.

           "Iambutilldeservingthanks,"washisrejoinder,"thustoleaveyouwithachanceoflosingyourway.But,asI’vetoldyou,mytimeismeasured."

           Thedespatch-bearerconsultedhiswatchasthoughnotalittlereluctanttotravelalone.

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