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
He stopped and shook his head mournfully.
"Finish the sentence," the young man quickly exclaimed.
"For what end?" he answered; "Who am I that I should impose on you a
line of conduct which you would probably despise, and advice which would
prove unwelcome? It is better to be silent."
"Tranquil!" the young man said, with an emotion he could not master,
"For a long time we have known each other, you are aware of the esteem
and respect I hold you in, so speak; whatever you have to say, however
rude your reproaches may be, I will listen to you, I swear it."
"Nonsense; forget what I said to you; I was wrong to think of meddling
in your affairs; on the prairie, a man should only think about himself,
so let us say no more."
The Jaguar gave him a long and profound glance. "Be it so," he answered;
"we will say no more about it."
He rose and walked a few yards in agitation, then he brusquely returned
to the hunter.
"Pardon me," he said, "for not having thought of offering you
refreshment, but breakfast time has now arrived. I trust that your
comrade and yourself will do me the honour of sharing my frugal meal."
While speaking thus, the Jaguar bent on the Canadian a most meaning
glance.
Tranquil hesitated for a second.
"This morning at sunrise," he then said, "my friend and myself ate, just
before entering your camp."
"I was sure of it," the young man burst out. "Oh, oh! Now my doubts are
cleared up; you refuse water and salt at my fire, hunter."
"I? But you forget that--"
"Oh!" he interrupted, passionately, "No denial, Tranquil; do not seek
for pretexts unworthy of yourself and me; you are too honest and sincere
a man not to be frank, cuerpo de Cristo! Likewise, you know the law of
the prairies; a man will not break his fast with an enemy. Now, if you
still have in your heart a single spark of that kindly feeling you
entertained toward me at another period, explain yourself clearly, and
without any beating round the bush--I insist on it."
The Canadian seemed to reflect for a few moments, and then suddenly
exclaimed, with great resolution--
"Indeed, you are right, Jaguar; it is better to have an explanation like
honest hunters, than try to deceive each other like Redskins; and
besides, no man is infallible. I may be mistaken as well as another, and
Heaven is my witness that I should like it to be so."
"I am listening to you, and on my honour, if the reproaches you make are
well founded, I will recognize it."
"Good!" the hunter said, in a more friendly tone than he had hitherto
employed; "you speak like a man; but, perhaps," he added, pointing to
Loyal Heart, who discreetly made a move to withdraw, "you would prefer
our interview being private?"
"On the contrary," the Jaguar answered, eagerly, "this hunter is your
friend; I hope he will soon be mine, and I do not wish to have any
secrets from him."
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