On the Pampas; Or, The Young Settlers — John Shaqi
On the Pampas; Or, The Young SettlersHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
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On the Pampas; Or, The Young Settlers
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
Pampas (Argentina) -- Juvenile fiction
"I could not contradict her, though I believed she was telling me a
lie. However, we fastened our horses up in the shed, put the
pistols from our holsters into our belts, and, taking our rifles in
our hands, entered the house.
"Pepita received us very warmly, and busied herself assisting the
old woman to get us something to eat; after which she and Rube
began love-making, and it really seemed as if the girl meant to
change her mind, and go back with Rube, after all. There was
nothing, in fact, to justify my feeling uneasy, except that, while
Pepita had promised me when I entered the house not to tell the old
woman who we were, I was convinced that she had done so by the
glances of scowling hatred which the old hag threw at us whenever
she came into the room. Still I was uneasy, and shortly made some
excuse to leave the room and saunter round and about the house, to
assure myself that Pepita had spoken truly when she had said that
there was no one there except the old woman and herself. I found
nothing to excite the smallest suspicion, and was therefore content
to return to the room and to throw myself lazily down and go off
for a siesta, in the wakeful intervals of which I could hear that
Pepita had given way, and that the delighted Rube was arranging
with her how she should escape and join him when the army retired;
for of course neither had any idea that her father would consent to
her marrying one of the hated enemies of his country.
"At three o'clock I roused myself and soon after the old woman came
into the room with some lemonade. I observed that Pepita changed
color, but she said nothing, and a moment after, making some
excuse, she left the room. I was about to speak to Rube on the
subject, when the window was darkened with men, Five or six shots
were fired at us, and with a yell a crowd of Mexicans rushed into
the room.
"As they appeared Rube sprang up with the exclamation, 'Trapped, by
thunder!' and then fell flat on his back, shot, I believed, through
the head.
"I rushed to my rifle, seized it, but before I could get it to my
shoulder it was knocked from my hand. Half a dozen fellows threw
themselves upon me, and I was a prisoner. I didn't try to resist
when they laid hands on me, because I knew I should have a knife in
me at once; and though I knew my life was not worth an hour's
purchase--no, nor five minutes'--after I was caught, still upon the
whole it was as well to live that five minutes as not.
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