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Chapter 4

           Thestrangeralonethrewhimselfintherearasiftoactasaguardagainstthethreateningdanger.

           Atintervalshewasobservedtoreinuphishorse,andlookback:eachtimebyhisglancesbetrayingincreasedapprehension.

           Perceivingit,theplanterapproached,andaccostedhimwiththeinquiry:

           "Istherestilladanger?"

           "Iamsorrytoansweryouintheaffirmative,"saidhe:"Ihadhopesthatthewindmightbetheotherway."

           "Wind,sir?ThereisnonethatIcanperceive."

           "Nothere.Yonderitisblowingahurricane,andthiswaytoodirect.Byheavens!itisnearingusrapidly!Idoubtifweshallbeabletocleartheburnttrack."

           "Whatistobedone?"exclaimedtheplanter,terrifiedbytheannouncement.

           "Areyourmulesdoingtheirbest?"

           "Theyare:theycouldnotbedrivenfaster."

           "Ifearweshallbetoolate,then!"

           Asthespeakergaveutterancetothisgloomyconjecture,hereinedroundoncemore;andsateregardingthecloudcolumnsasifcalculatingtherateatwhichtheywereadvancing.

           Thelines,contractingaroundhislips,toldofsomethingmorethandissatisfaction.

           "Yes:toolate!"heexclaimed,suddenlyterminatinghisscrutiny."Theyaremovingfasterthanwefarfaster.Thereisnohopeofourescapingthem!"

           "GoodGod,sir!isthedangersogreat?Canwedonothingtoavoidit?"

           Thestrangerdidnotmakeimmediatereply.Forsomesecondsheremainedsilent,asifreflectinghisglancenolongerturnedtowardsthesky,butwanderingamongthewaggons.

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