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Chapter 49

           "Milgracias,s’ñorita!Mil,milgracias!"

           TheCreole,exertingallherstrength,succeededinhelpingthedisabledhorsemanintohissaddle;where,aftersomebalancing,heappearedtoobtainatolerablyfirmseat.

           Gatheringuphisreins,hepreparedtodepart.

           "Adios,s’ñorita!"saidhe,"Iknownotwhoyouare.Iseeyouarenotoneofourpeople.Americano,Itakeit.Nevermindthat.Youaregoodasyouarefair;andifeveritshouldchancetobeinhispower,MiguelDiazwillnotbeunmindfuloftheserviceyouhavethisdaydonehim."

           SayingthisElCoyoterodeoff,notrapidly,butinaslowwalk,asifhefeltsomedifficultyinpreservinghisequilibrium.

           Notwithstandingtheslownessofthepacehewassoonoutofsight,thetreesscreeninghimashepassedtheglade.Hewentnotbyanyofthethreeroads,butbyanarrowtrack,scarcediscerniblewhereitenteredtheunderwood.

           TotheyoungCreolethewholethingappearedlikeadreamstrange,ratherthandisagreeable.

           Itwaschangedtoafrightfulreality,when,afterpickingupasheetofpaperleftbyDiazwherehehadbeenlying,shereadwhatwaswrittenuponit.Theaddresswas"DonMauricioGerald;"thesignature,"IsidoraCovarubiodelosLlanos."

           Toregainhersaddle,LouisePoindexterwasalmostasmuchinneedofahelpinghandasthemanwhohadriddenaway.

           AsshefordedtheLeona,inreturningtoCasadelCorvo,shehaltedherhorseinthemiddleofthestream;andforsometimesategazingintothefloodthatfoameduptoherstirrup

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