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
"There was such a hubbub and a shouting at first that I couldn't
hear a word, but at last I picked up that they were a party of the
band of El Zeres, who was in the neighborhood, and had been fetched
by a boy that traitress Pepita had dispatched for them directly we
arrived. Pepita herself was wife of one of the other chiefs of the
band. Much fun was made of poor Rube and myself about our courting.
I felt mad with myself for having been caught so foolishly. I
couldn't feel angry with Rube, with him lying dead there, but I was
angry with myself for having listened to him. I oughtn't to have
allowed him to have his own way. I warn't in love, and I ought to
have known that a man's head, when he's after a gal, is no more use
than a pumpkin. While I was thinking this out in my mind I had my
eyes fixed upon poor Rube, whom no one thought of noticing, when
all of a sudden I gave quite a start, for I saw him move. I
couldn't see his face, but I saw a hand stealing gradually out
toward the leg of a man who stood near. Then there was a pause, and
then the other hand began to move. It wasn't at all like the
aimless way that the arms of a badly hit man would move, and I saw
at once, that Rube had been playing 'possum' all along."
"Doing what, Seth?" Ethel asked.
"Just pretending to be dead. I held my breath, for I saw he had
come to the conclusion that he could not be overlooked much longer,
and was going to make a move.
"In another minute there was a crash and a shout as the two men
fell to the ground with their legs knocked clean from under them,
catching hold of other men and dragging them down with them. From
the midst of the confusion Rube leaped to his feet and made a rush
for the window; one man he leveled with a blow of his fist; another
he caught up as if he had been a baby, and hurling him against two
others, brought them on the ground together, and then leaping over
their bodies, dashed through the window before the Mexicans had
recovered from their astonishment. I could have laughed out loud at
the yell of rage and amazement with which they set off in pursuit;
but two or three of them remained to guard me, and I might have got
a knife in my ribs, so I kept quiet. I did just feel so glad to see
Rube was alive, that I hardly remembered that it warn't likely that
either he or I would be so long, for I did not for a moment expect
that he would make good his escape. The odds were too great against
it, especially in broad daylight. Even on horseback it would be
next to impossible. No one but Rube would have attempted such a
thing; but he never stopped to think about odds or chances when his
dander was up. In less than no time I heard a shot or two, then was
a silence for a time, then a shout of triumph. I knew it was all
over, and that Rube was taken again.
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