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Chapter 42

           Inlessthananhourafter,hundredswerehoveringabovethespot,onwidespreadwings,theirshadowssailingdarklyoverthegreensprayofthechapparal.

           ATexantravellerenteringtheavenue,andobservingtheominousassemblage,wouldatoncehaveconcluded,thattherewasdeathuponhistrack.

           Goingfarther,hewouldhavefoundconfirmatoryevidence,inapoolofbloodtrampledbythehoovesofhorses.

           Notexactlyoverthiswerethevulturesengagedintheiraerialevolutions.Thecentreoftheirswoopingsappearedtobeapointsomedistanceoffamongthetrees;andthere,nodoubt,wouldbediscoveredthequarrythathadcalledthemtogether.

           AtthatearlyhourtherewasnotravellerTexan,orstrangertotestthetruthoftheconjecture;but,forallthat,itwastrue.

           Atapointinthechapparal,aboutaquarterofamilefromtheblood-stainedpath,laystretcheduponthegroundtheobjectthatwasengagingtheattentionofthevultures.

           Itwasnotcarrion,noryetaquadruped;butahumanbeingaman!

           Ayoungman,too,ofnoblelineamentsandgracefulshapesofarascouldbeseenunderthecloakthatshroudedhisrecumbentformwithafacefairtolookupon,evenindeath.

           Washedead?

           Atfirstsightanyonewouldhavesaidso,andtheblackbirdsbelievedit.Hisattitudeandcountenanceseemedtoproclaimitbeyondquestion.

           Hewaslyinguponhisback,withfaceupturnedtotheskynocarebeingtakentoshelteritfromthesun.

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