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The
former
might
have
attributed
it
to
his
desire
to
possess
the
spotted
mare
;
had
he
not
known
that
his
master
's
feverish
feeling
antedated
his
knowledge
of
the
existence
of
this
peculiar
quadruped
.
It
was
several
days
after
his
last
return
from
the
Fort
that
the
"
yegua
pinta
"
had
first
presented
herself
to
the
eye
of
the
mustanger
.
That
therefore
could
not
be
the
cause
of
his
altered
demeanour
.
His
success
in
having
secured
the
animal
,
instead
of
tranquillising
his
spirit
,
seemed
to
have
produced
the
contrary
effect
.
At
least
,
so
thought
Phelim
:
who
--
with
the
freedom
of
that
relationship
known
as
"
foster-brother
"
--
had
at
length
determined
on
questioning
his
master
as
to
the
cause
of
his
inquietude
.
As
the
latter
lay
shifting
from
side
to
side
,
he
was
saluted
with
the
interrogatory
--
"
Masther
Maurice
,
fwhat
,
in
the
name
of
the
Howly
Vargin
,
is
the
matther
wid
ye
?
"
"
Nothing
,
Phelim
--
nothing
,
mabohil
!
What
makes
you
think
there
is
?
"
"
Alannah
!
How
kyan
I
help
thinkin
'
it
!
Yez
kyant
get
a
wink
av
sleep
;
niver
since
ye
returned
the
last
time
from
the
Sittlement
.
Och
!
yez
hiv
seen
somethin'
there
that
kapes
ye
awake
?
Shure
now
,
it
is
n't
wan
av
them
Mixikin
girls
--
mowchachas
,
as
they
call
them
?
No
,
I
wo
n't
believe
it
.
You
wud
n't
be
wan
av
the
owld
Geralds
to
care
for
such
trash
as
them
.
"
"
Nonsense
,
my
good
fellow
!
There
's
nothing
the
matter
with
me
.
It
's
all
your
own
imagination
.
"
"
Trath
,
masther
,
yez
arr
mistaken
.
If
there
's
anything
asthray
wid
me
imaginashun
,
fhwat
is
it
that
's
gone
wrong
wid
your
own
?
That
is
,
whin
yez
arr
aslape
--
which
are
n't
often
av
late
.
"
"
When
I
'm
asleep
!
What
do
you
mean
,
Phelim
?
"
"
What
div
I
mane
?
Fwhy
,
that
wheniver
yez
close
your
eyes
an
think
yez
are
sleepin
'
,
ye
begin
palaverin
'
,
as
if
a
preast
was
confessin
'
ye
!
"
