The Border Rifles: A Tale of the Texan WarAimard, Gustave
History
The Border Rifles: A Tale of the Texan War
Aimard, Gustave
Texas -- History -- To 1846 -- Fiction; Western stories
Although the troop was some distance off at the moment, still at this
signal the riders stopped as if the feet of their horses had suddenly
become embedded in the ground.
The Jaguar then bent over his saddle, leaped his horse over the bushes,
and in a few minutes joined the men who had stopped for him.
The Jaguar was hailed with shouts of joy, and all pressed round him with
marks of the deepest interest.
"Thanks, my friends," he said, "thanks for the proofs of sympathy you
give me; but I must ask you to give me a moment's attention, for time
presses."
Silence was re-established, as if by enchantment, but the flashing
glances fixed on the young man said clearly that sympathy, though dumb,
was not the less vivid.
"You were not mistaken, Master John," the Jaguar said, addressing one
of the persons nearest to him; "the conducta is just behind us; we are
not more than three or four hours' march ahead of it; as you warned me,
it is escorted, and in proof that great importance is attached to its
safety, the escort is commanded by Captain Melendez."
His audience gave a start of disappointment at these news.
"Patience," the Jaguar went on, with a sarcastic smile; "when force is
not sufficient, stratagem remains; Captain Melendez is brave and
experienced, I grant you, but are we not also brave men? Is not the
cause we defend grand enough to excite us to carry out our enterprise at
all hazards?"
"Yes, yes, hurrah, hurrah!" all the hearers shouted, as they brandished
their weapons enthusiastically.
"Master John, you have already entered into relations with the Captain;
he knows you, so you will remain here with another of our friends. Allow
yourselves to be arrested. I entrust to you the duty of removing the
suspicions that may exist in the Captain's mind."
"I will do it, you may be certain."
"Very good, but play close with him; for you have a strong opponent."
"Do you think so?"
"Yes. Do you know who accompanies him?"
"On my word, no."
"El Padre Antonio."
"What's that you say? by Jove, you did right to warn me."
"I thought so."
"Oh, oh! Does that accursed monk wish to poach on our manor?"
"I fear it. This man, as you know, is affiliated with all the scamps, no
matter of what colour, who prowl about the desert: he is even reported
to be one of their Chiefs; the idea of seizing the conducta may easily
have occurred to him."
"By Heaven, I will watch him; trust to me, I know him too thoroughly and
too long for him to care to oppose me; if he dared to attempt it, I
could reduce him to impotence."
"That is all right. When you have obtained all the information we
require to act, lose not a moment in informing us, for we shall count
the minutes while waiting for you."
"That is settled. I suppose we meet at the Barranca del Gigante."
"Yes."
"One word more."
"Make haste."
"What about Blue-fox?"
"Hang it! I forgot all about him."
"Shall I wait for him?"
"Certainly."
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