French fiction -- Translations into English; Short stories, French -- Translations into English
He eyed me from head to foot without replying; then, as if satisfied
by his examination, he scrutinised no less closely my guide, who rode
up at that moment. I saw that the latter turned pale and stopped in
evident alarm. “An unfortunate meeting!” I said to myself. But prudence
instantly counselled me to betray no uneasiness. I dismounted, told the
guide to remove the horses’ bridles, and, kneeling by the spring, I
plunged my face and hands in the water; then I took a long draught and
lay flat on my stomach, like the wicked soldiers of Gideon.
But I kept my eyes on my guide and the stranger. The former drew near,
sorely against his will; the other seemed to have no evil designs upon
us, for he had set his horse at liberty once more, and his blunderbuss,
which he had held at first in a horizontal position, was now pointed
towards the ground.
As it seemed to me inexpedient to take umbrage at the small amount of
respect shown to my person, I stretched myself out on the grass, and
asked the man with the blunderbuss, in a careless tone, if he happened
to have a flint and steel about him. At the same time I produced my
cigar-case. The stranger, still without a word, felt in his pocket,
took out his flint and steel and courteously struck a light for me.
Evidently he was becoming tamer, for he sat down opposite me, but did
not lay aside his weapon. When my cigar was lighted, I selected the
best of those that remained and asked him if he smoked.
“Yes, señor,” he replied.
Those were the first words that he had uttered, and I noticed that
he did not pronounce the s after the Andalusian fashion,[1] whence I
concluded that he was a traveller like myself, minus the archæologist.
“You will find this rather good,” I said, offering him a genuine Havana
regalia.
He bent his head slightly, lighted his cigar by mine, thanked me with
another nod, then began to smoke with every appearance of very great
enjoyment.
“Ah!” he exclaimed, as he discharged the first puff slowly through his
mouth and his nostrils, “how long it is since I have had a smoke!”
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