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Chapter 67

           Theylisteninvain.

           Thereisnosoundofhoof—novoiceofwoman—nothing,exceptthechampingofbittsheardclosebytheirside!

           Canitbethatsheistaken?

           Nowthatthedarkerdesignisstifledwithintheirbreasts,thehostilityagainstoneoftheirownraceissuddenlychangedintoamorecongenialchannel.

           Theirvengeance,rekindled,burnsfiercerthanever—sinceitisdirectedagainstthehereditaryfoe.

           Theyoungerandmoreardent—amongwhomaretheadmirersoftheMexicanmaiden—canbeartheuncertaintynolonger.Theyspringintotheirsaddles,loudlydeclaringtheirdeterminationtoseekher—tosaveher,orperishintheattempt.

           Whoistogainsaythem?Herpursuers—hercaptorsperhaps—maybetheverymentheyhavebeeninsearchof—themurderersofHenryPoindexter!

           Nooneopposestheirintent.TheygooffinsearchofIsidora—inpursuitoftheprairiepirates.

           Thosewhoremainarebutfewinnumber;thoughZebStumpisamongthem.

           Theoldhunterissilent,astotheexpediencyofpursuingtheIndians.Hekeepshisthoughtstohimself:hisonlyseemingcareistolookaftertheinvalidprisoner—stillunconscious—stillguardedbytheRegulators.

           Zebisnottheonlyfriendwhoremainstruetothemustangerinhishourofdistress.Therearetwoothersequallyfaithful.Oneafaircreature,whowatchesatadistance,carefullyconcealingtheeagerinterestthatconsumesher.Theother,arude,almostludicrousindividual,who,closebyhisside,addressestherespitedmanashis"masther"

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