The Freebooters: A Story of the Texan WarAimard, Gustave
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The Freebooters: A Story of the Texan War
Aimard, Gustave
Texas -- History -- Revolution, 1835-1836 -- Fiction; Western stories
"I will do so in two words; but, ere we discuss the plan we shall adopt,
collect noiselessly three or four hundred men, so that we may be able to
start immediately we have come to an understanding."
"You are right."
"I need not advise you to be prudent; your men must assemble in the
utmost silence. Take no Redskins with you, for they would be more
injurious than useful. I am not desirous to be seen by them, for you
know that I am their enemy."
"Do not trouble yourself, I will act as you wish."
The Jaguar went out, and remained away for about a quarter of an hour;
during that time the White Scalper remained motionless in the centre of
the tent, leaning pensively on his rifle barrel, the butt of which
rested on the ground. Soon could be heard outside something like the
imperceptible buzzing of bees in a hive. It was the camp awakening. The
Jaguar came in again.
"Now," he said, "the order is given; within a quarter of an hour, four
hundred men will be under arms."
"That is a longer period than I need for what I have to say to you; my
plan is most simple, and if you follow it point for point, we shall
enter the hacienda without striking a blow; listen to me attentively."
"Speak."
The old man drew an equipal up to the table at which the Jaguar was
standing, sat down, placed his rifle between his legs, and began--
"For very many years I have known the Larch-tree hacienda. Owing to
events too long to tell you, and which would but slightly interest you,
I was resident in it for nearly a year as Major-domo. At that period the
father of the present owner was still living, and for sundry reasons had
the greatest confidence in me. You are aware that at the period of the
conquest, when the Spaniards built these haciendas, they made them
fortresses rather than farmhouses, as they were compelled to defend
themselves nearly daily against the aggressions of the Redskins; now,
you must know that in such a fortress there is a masked gate, a secret
sally port, which, if necessary, the garrison employ, either to receive
reinforcements or provisions, or to evacuate the place, should it be too
closely invested."
"Oh," the Jaguar said, smiting his forehead, "can the hacienda have one
of these sally ports?"
"Patience, let me go on."
"But look," the young man objected, "here is the detailed plan of the
Larch-tree, made by a man whose family have lived there for three
generations from father to son, and there is nothing of the sort marked
on it."
The old man gave a careless glance at the plan the young man showed him.
"Because," he replied, "the secret is generally known to the owner of
the hacienda alone; but let me finish."
"Speak, speak."
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