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
Still, they must act, and the Jaguar did not hesitate. He had not risked
his own life and that of his comrades to be arrested by any obstacle,
whatever its nature might be; impossibilities themselves must not stay
him, for, although he might be killed, he would not recoil an inch.
Still the means he had at his disposal were extremely limited; he had
but a silken cord about a hundred fathoms in length rolled round his
body, and his comrades had no other weapons than their daggers.
The persons who have read the early scenes of this story will doubtless
remember the portrait we drew of the Jaguar. Although still very young,
or at least appearing so, he joined exceptional strength to marvellous
agility and skill; his adventurous character found delight in
extraordinary things, and impossibilities alone offered any attraction
to him. After reflecting for a few moments, he advised his comrades to
lie down at the foot of the rock, lest they should be blown away by the
coromuel, which was raging at the moment, passed two daggers through his
belt, and began examining with the most scrupulous attention the rock he
wished to attack.
This granitic mass, whose base was bathed in the sea and beaten by the
waves, had never been seriously investigated by anyone, for who had any
interest in such a thing? The Jaguar alone, since the thought had
occurred to him of carrying the fort by surprise, had, on several
occasions and for hours together, examined it with a telescope.
Unluckily, through fear of exciting suspicions, he could only inspect it
from a long distance, and hence many details escaped his notice, as he
perceived at once when he began a serious investigation.
In fact, this rock, which at a distance seemed to form an almost
perpendicular wall, was hollowed out at several points, and fissures had
been opened by time--that great demolisher, which wears away the hardest
granite. Though the ascent was still extremely difficult, it was not
impossible; the Jaguar welcomed this certainty with a quick start of
delight.
"It is all right, brothers," he said to his comrades, "so take courage;
now, I entertain firm hopes of success."
And he prepared to mount. Lanzi followed him.
"Where are you going?" the Jaguar asked him.
"With you," the half-breed answered, laconically.
"For what good? One man is sufficient for what I am going to do."
"Yes," he answered; "but two are better."
"Well, come on, then." And then, turning to his attentive comrades, he
added, "so soon as the rope falls, cling on to it without fear."
"Yes," the conspirators said.
The Jaguar then planted his dagger in a crevice above his head, and with
the help of his hands and feet, raised himself sufficiently to thrust in
a second dagger above the first. The first step was taken; from dagger
to dagger the Jaguar reached, in a few minutes, a species of platform
about two square yards in width, where it was possible to draw breath.
Lanzi arrived almost with him.
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