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CAUGHT IN THE TRAP yet turning in the saddle herself so as to keep me in view.

"I do not know why I do not kill you," she exclaimed, her voice growing bitter with anger. "It is what I should do; you deserve it by your own confession, and the one shot would release me. Married to a Yankee!" every syllable hissing from her lips. "The very thought crazes me and puts murder in my heart. I am going to Fairview alone—alone! Do you hear that? If you dare attempt to follow me I will shoot you in your tracks as I would a dog, you low-down, Yankee cur."

With a single swift leap forward, both horse and rider disappeared in the gloom. [ 63 ]