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
"I accept, brother. And now let us attend to this poor girl."
The two men shook hands for a second time, and went up to Carmela, on
whom Quoniam was lavishing every imaginable attention, though unable to
recall her from the profound faint into which she had fallen.
While Tranquil and Loyal Heart took the Negro´s place, the latter
hastily collected a few dried branches and lit a fire.
After a few minutes, however, Carmela faintly opened her eyes, and was
soon sufficiently recovered to explain the cause of her presence in the
forest, instead of being quietly asleep in the Venta del Potrero.
This story, which, in consequence of the maiden's weakness, and the
poignant emotions she had endured, it took her several hours to
complete, we will tell the reader in a few words in the next chapter.
CHAPTER XVIII
LANZI.
Carmela watched for a long time the Jaguar's irregular ride across
country, and when he at length disappeared in the distance, in a clump
of pine trees, she sadly bowed her head and re-entered the venta slowly
and pensively.
"He hates him," she murmured, in a low, agitated voice; "he hates him.
Will he be willing to save him?"
She fell into an equipal, and for some minutes remained plunged in a
deep reverie.
At last she raised her head; a feverish flush covered her face, and her
soft eyes seemed to emit flashes.
"I will save him!" she exclaimed, with supreme resolution.
After this exclamation she rose, and walking hurriedly across the room,
opened the door leading into the corral.
"Lanzi?" she cried.
"Niña?" the half-breed replied, who was engaged at this moment in giving
their alfalfa to two valuable horses belonging to the young lady, which
were under his special charge.
"Come here."
"I will be with you in a moment."
Five minutes later at the most he appeared in the doorway.
"What do you want, señorita?" he said, with that calm obsequiousness
habitual to servants who are spoiled by their masters; "I am very busy
at this moment."
"That is possible, my good Lanzi," she answered softly; "but what I have
to say to you admits of no delay."
"Oh, oh," he said, in a slightly suppressed tone, "what is the matter,
then?"
"Nothing very extraordinary, my good man; everything in the venta is
regular as usual. But I have a service to ask of you."
"Speak, señorita; you know that I am devoted to you."
"It is growing late, and it is probable that no traveller will arrive at
the venta to-day."
The half-breed raised his head, and mentally calculated the position of
the sun.
"I do not believe that any travellers will arrive to-day," he at length
said, "for it is nearly four o'clock; still, they might come for all
that."
"Nothing leads to the supposition."
"Nothing, indeed, señorita."
"Well, I wish you to shut up the venta."
"Shut up the venta! What for?"
"I will tell you."
"Is it really very important?"
"Very."
"Speak, then, Niña, I am all ears."
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