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.""Only for an instant, sir—a single instant! I recovered myself with the assistance of a No'the'n gentleman—a Mr.Parmlee—who was passing.""Then you think your injuries were entirely due to your fall?"The colonel paused with the mint julep halfway to his lips, and set it down."Sir!" he ejaculated, with astounded indignation."You say you were unconscious," returned the editor lightly, "and some of your friends think the injuries inconsistent with what you believe to be the cause.They are concerned lest you were unknowingly the victim of some foul play.""Unknowingly! Sir! Do you take me for a chuckle-headed niggah, that I don't know when I'm thrown from a buck-jumping mustang? or do they think I'm a Chinaman to be hustled and beaten by a gang of bullies? Do they know, sir, that the account I have given I am responsible for, sir?—personally responsible?"There was no doubt to the editor that the colonel was perfectly serious, and that the indignation arose from no guilty consciousness of a secret.A man as peppery as the colonel would have been equally alert in defense."They feared that you might have been ill used by some evilly disposed person during your unconsciousness," explained the editor diplomatically; "but as you say THAT was only for a moment, and that you were aware of everything that happened"—He paused."Perfectly, sir! Perfectly! As plain as I see this julep before me.I had just left the Ramierez rancho.The senora,—a devilish pretty woman, sir,—after a little playful badinage, had offered to lend me her daughter's mustang if I could ride it home.You know what it is, Mr.Grey," he said gallantly."I'm an older man than you, sir, but a challenge from a d——d fascinating creature, I trust, sir, I am not yet old enough to decline.Gad, sir, I mounted the brute.I've ridden Morgan stock and Blue Grass thoroughbreds bareback, sir, but I've never thrown my leg over such a blanked Chinese cracker before.After he bolted I held my own fairly, but he buck-jumped before I could lock my spurs under him, and the second jump landed me!""How far from the Ramierez fonda were you when you were thrown?""A matter of four or five hundred yards, sir.""Then your accident might have been seen from the fonda?""Scarcely, sir.For in that case, I may say, without vanity, that—er—the—er senora would have come to my assistance.""But not her husband?"The old-fashioned shirt-frill which the colonel habitually wore grew erectile with a swelling indignation, possibly half assumed to conceal a certain conscious satisfaction beneath."Mr.Grey," he said, with pained severity, "as a personal friend of mine, and a representative of the press,—a power which I respect,—I overlook a disparaging reflection upon a lady, which I can only attribute to the levity of youth and thoughtlessness.At the same time, sir," he added, with illogical sequence, "if Ramierez felt aggrieved at my attentions, he knew where I could be found, sir, and that it was not my habit to decline giving gentlemen—of any nationality—satisfaction—sir!—personal satisfaction."He paused, and then added, with a singular blending of anxiety and a certain natural dignity, "I trust, sir, that nothing of this—er—kind will appear in your paper.""It was to keep it out by learning the truth from you, my dear colonel," said the editor lightly, "that I called to-day.Why, it was even suggested," he added, with a laugh, "that you were half strangled by a lasso."To his surprise the colonel did not join in the laugh, but brought his hand to his loose cravat with an uneasy gesture and a somewhat disturbed face."I admit, sir," he said, with a forced smile, "that I experienced a certain sensation of choking, and I may have mentioned it to Mr.Parmlee; but it was due, I believe, sir, to my cravat, which I always wear loosely, as you perceive, becoming twisted in my fall, and in rolling over."He extended his fat white hand to the editor, who shook it cordially, and then withdrew.Nevertheless, although perfectly satisfied with his mission, and firmly resolved to prevent any further discussion on the subject, Mr.Grey's curiosity was not wholly appeased.What were the relations of the colonel with the Ramierez family? From what he himself had said, the theory of the foreman as to the motives of the attack might have been possible, and the assault itself committed while the colonel was unconscious.Mr.Grey, however, kept this to himself, briefly told his foreman that he found no reason to add to the account already in type, and dismissed the subject from his mind.The colonel left the town the next day.One morning a week afterward, the foreman entered the sanctum cautiously, and, closing the door of the composing-room behind him, stood for a moment before the editor with a singular combination of irresolution, shamefacedness, and humorous discomfiture in his face
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