The Border Rifles: A Tale of the Texan WarAimard, Gustave
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The Border Rifles: A Tale of the Texan War
Aimard, Gustave
Texas -- History -- To 1846 -- Fiction; Western stories
We mention this fact because it is excessively rare in Mexico, where
military discipline is almost a nullity, and subordination unknown.
Don Juan closed up the ranks of the escort, and ordered them to hurry
on.
The monk had seen with secret alarm the conference between the officer
and the soldier, of which he was unable to catch a word. When the
Captain, after attentively watching the execution of his orders,
returned to his place by his side, Father Antonio tried to jest about
what had happened, and the cloud of gravity that had suddenly darkened
the officer's face.
"Oh, oh," he said to him, with a loud laugh, "how gloomy you are,
Captain! did you see three owls flying on your right? The pagans assert
that such is an evil omen."
"Perhaps so," the Captain drily replied.
The tone in which the remark was uttered had nothing friendly or
inviting about it. The monk understood that any conversation at this
moment was impossible; he took the hint, bit his lips, and continued to
ride silently by his companion's side.
An hour later they reached the bivouac; neither the monk nor the officer
had said a word; but the nearer they came to the spot selected for the
halt, the more anxious each seemed to grow.
CHAPTER XV.
THE HALT.
The sun had almost entirely disappeared on the horizon at the moment
when the caravans reached the halting ground.
This spot, situated on the top of a rather scarped hill, had been
selected with that sagacity which distinguishes Texan or Mexican
arrieros; any surprise was impossible, and the aged trees that grew on
the crest of the hill would, in the event of an attack, offer a secure
protection against bullets.
The mules were unloaded, but, contrary to the usual custom, the bales,
instead of being employed as a breastwork for the camp, were piled up
and placed out of reach of the marauders whom chance or cupidity might
attract to this quarter when the darkness had set in.
Seven or eight large fires were lit in a circle, in order to keep off
wild beasts; the mules received their ration of Indian corn on _mantas_
or horsecloths laid on the ground; then, so soon as sentinels were
posted round the camp, the troopers and arrieros were busily engaged in
preparing the poor supper, which the day's fatigues rendered necessary.
Captain Don Juan and the monk, who had gone a little aside to a fire lit
expressly for them, were beginning to smoke their husk cigarettes, while
the officer's servant was hastily preparing his master's meal--a meal,
we are bound to say, as simple as that of the other members of the
caravan, but which hunger had the privilege of rendering not only
appetising, but almost succulent, although it was only composed of a few
_varas_ of tocino, or meat dried in the sun, and four or five biscuits.
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