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"Do you want to see him?" I gathered my horse.

Yes, he thought so; but I believed the glow in his tone was for novels. I extolled the romance of actual life! I denounced that dullness which fails to see the poetry of daily experience, and goes wandering after the mirages of fiction! And I was ready to fight him if he liked. But he agreed with me most cordially.

"No," he said, "my last name is Durand." He gave it the French pronunciation.

"What do you see?" His frown scared me to my finger-tips.

The night was still and sultry. At one of the many camp-fires on the edge of the road I saw the Arkansas colonel sitting cross-legged on the ground, in trousers, socks and undershirt, playing poker.

I stepped back, heaving. "Who and what are you? Who and what are you?"

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