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
"By Jove!" Tranquil exclaimed joyously, "As it is so, we shall have some
fun; hang it all, if five resolute and well-armed men cannot get the
best of a hundred Apaches. Listen to me, comrades: while I go ostensibly
to the meeting I have granted Blue-fox, follow me in Indian file, and be
ready to appear directly I give you the signal by imitating the cry of
the mockingbird."
"All right."
"You, Lanzi and Quoniam, will watch over Carmela."
"We will all watch over her, friend, trust to us," said Loyal Heart.
Tranquil gave his comrades a parting farewell, threw his rifle over his
shoulder, and left the encampment. He had hardly disappeared ere the
hunters lay down on the ground, and crawled on his trail, Carmela guided
by Singing-bird forming the rearguard. The maiden felt an involuntary
shudder run over her limbs as she entered the forest. This night march,
whose issue might prove so fatal, terrified her, and suggested gloomy
forebodings, which she feared to see realised at every step.
In the meanwhile Fray Antonio continued his journey, and soon emerged
from the forest. Far from his resolution being shaken, the nearer he
drew to the Apaches he felt it, on the contrary, become firmer. The monk
was eager to prove to the hunters that he was worthy the confidence they
placed in him; and if at times the thought of the dangers to which he
exposed himself crossed his mind, he drove it off, being determined to
risk his life, if needed, in saving Doña Carmela, and preventing her
falling into the hands of the cruel enemies who were preparing to seize
her.
Fray Antonio had gone hardly five hundred yards from the forest, when a
man suddenly emerged from a thicket and barred his passage. The monk
suppressed with difficulty a cry of terror at this unexpected
apparition, and started back. But immediately regaining his coolness, he
prepared to sustain the terrible contest that doubtless menaced him, for
he had recognised Blue-fox at the first glance. The Chief examined him
in silence, fixing on him his deep black eye with an expression of
suspicion which did not escape the monk.
"My father has been a long time," he at length said, harshly.
"I could not be any quicker," the monk answered.
"Wah! My father returns alone; the great Pale warrior was afraid; he did
not accompany my father."
"You are mistaken, Chief; the man you call the great Pale hunter, and
whom I call Tranquil, was not afraid, and did not refuse to accompany
me."
"Och! Blue-fox is a Sachem; his eye pierces the thickest darkness;
though he may look he sees nothing."
"That is probably because you do not look in the right direction, that's
all."
"My father will explain. Blue-fox desires to know how his Pale friend
carried out the mission the Sachem confided to him."
"I took the best advantage possible of my meeting with the hunter, in
order to carry out the orders I had received."
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