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
The Jaguar examined the lock for an instant, and then ordered the lights
to be put out, which was immediately obeyed, and the conspirators were
again in darkness. This door, which was very old, and probably had not
been opened for a long series of years, could not offer any serious
resistance. The young Chieftain thrust the point of his dagger between
the bolt and the staple, and pressed on it. The staple fell to the
ground, but the door still resisted; it was fastened on the other side
by strong bolts.
There was a moment of extreme anxiety and discouragement for the
conspirators. How was the door to be opened? Must they turn back, and
lose all the profit of such perils overcome, and difficulties incurred?
The position was serious; but, as we have said, the Jaguar was a man who
only took a delight in impossibilities. He lit a candle again, and
examined the door with the most minute attention. The wood, acted upon
by age and damp, fell off in scales, and melted into dust at the
slightest effort.
When the candle had been again extinguished, the young man knelt down
before the door, and began cutting it with his dagger, taking the
greatest care to make no noise for fear of alarming the garrison; for
though he was convinced that this door opened into the fort, he could
not know to what point it led. After ten minutes of slow and continued
toil, the whole lower part of the door was removed. The Jaguar crawled
through the orifice, and, not trying to discover where he was, he got
up, felt for the bolts, drew them one after the other, and quietly
opened the door, through which his comrades silently slipped.
The conspirators then groped their way along the walls, not wishing to
light a candle, for fear of giving an alarm, and trusting to chance to
lead them in the right road. They were justified in doing so, for Lanzi
reached a door, which he mechanically pushed, and which was ajar. This
door opened into a long corridor lighted by a lamp, and the insurgents
boldly entered the passage, after taking the precaution to take down the
lamp and put it out.
It was now about half-past four in the morning, and day was beginning to
break. At the end of the passage, the Jaguar perceived a motionless
shadow leaning against the wall. At an order from his Chief, the
half-breed glided like a serpent up to this shadow, which was nothing
less than a sentry, who was quietly asleep, with his musket by his side,
and on coming within reach, the half-breed bounded like a tiger at the
throat of the sleeper, whom he threw down without giving him time to
utter a cry. The poor fellow was bound and gagged, ere he was
sufficiently awake to understand what was happening to him.
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