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
"Why should I employ toward you those conventional forms of politeness,
General? From the moment when, without my authority, and against my
will, you introduced yourself into this house, you should have
considered yourself as quite at home. It is I, then, who am the stranger
here, and in that position I am no longer permitted to do the honours of
this house."
"Caballero," the General answered, with a movement of impatience, "I am
grieved to find in you this stiffness and determination to quarrel. When
I entered this house, my intentions with respect to you were, perhaps,
not so hostile as you suppose; but, since you force me to a clear and
categorical explanation, I am prepared to satisfy you, and prove to you
that I am acquainted not only with your conduct, but with the plans you
entertain and are carrying out, with a tenacity and boldness which, if I
did not take, would lead inevitably to their speedy realization."
The young man started, and a flash burst from his wild eye at this
direct insinuation, which revealed to him the danger with which he was
menaced; but immediately regaining his presence of mind, and
extinguishing the fire of his glance, he replied, coolly--
"I am listening to you, General."
The latter turned to his officers.
"Do as I do, señores," he said, as he sat down; "take seats, as this
caballero refuses to offer them to us. As this friendly conversation may
be prolonged for some time yet, it is unnecessary that you should
fatigue yourselves by listening to it standing."
The officers bowed, and seated themselves comfortably on the butacas
with which the apartment was furnished. The General continued, after a
few moments of reflection, during which the young man looked at him
carelessly, while rolling a husk cigarette:
"And in the first place, to proceed regularly, and prove to you that I
am well-informed of all that concerns you," he said, purposely laying a
stress on the words, "I will begin by telling you your name."
"In truth, General, you should have begun with that," the young man
said, negligently.
"You are," the General went on, quietly, "the famous Chief whom the
insurgents and Freebooters have christened the Jaguar."
"Ah, ah!" he remarked, ironically, "So you know that, Señor Governor?"
"And a good many more things, as you shall see."
"Go on," he said, as he threw himself back with the graceful negligence
of a friend on a visit.
"After giving a powerful organization to your revolt on the Indian
border by seizing the Larch-tree hacienda, and allying yourself with
certain Comanche and Apache tribes, you understood that, to succeed, you
must give up that guerilla warfare, which I confess you had carried on
for some time with considerable success." "Thanks," said the Jaguar,
with an ironical bow.
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