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
"Caballeros," the latter said to them, so soon as he saw them all
collected round him, "I have resolved to make a sortie against the
rebels, surprise them, and fire their camp, if it be possible. Select
from your soldiers one hundred and fifty men, in whom you can trust;
supply them with inflammable matters, and in five minutes let them be
drawn up in the Patio. Go; and before all, I recommend you the deepest
silence."
The officers bowed, and at once left the room. The Colonel then turned
to Tranquil.
"Are you tired?" he asked him.
"I am never so."
"You are skilful?"
"So they say."
"Very good. You will serve as our guide; unfortunately, I want two
others."
"I can procure them for your Excellency."
"You?"
"Yes, a wood ranger and a Comanche Chief, who entered the fort with me,
and for whom I answer with my life; Loyal Heart and Black-deer.
"Warn them, then, and all three wait for me in the Patio."
Tranquil hastened to call his friends.
"If that hunter has spoken the truth, and I believe he has," the Colonel
continued, addressing the Major-domo, "I am convinced we shall have an
excellent opportunity for repaying the rebels a hundredfold the harm
they have done us. Do you accompany me, Don Felix?"
"I would not for a fortune leave you one inch, under such
circumstances."
"Come, then, for the detachment must be ready by this time."
They went out.
CHAPTER XIV.
THE PROPOSAL.
On the same night, almost at the same hour, the Jaguar, seated on a
modest oak equipal in his tent, with his elbow leaning on the table and
his head on his hand, was reading, by the light of a candle that emitted
but a dubious light, important despatches he had just received. Absorbed
in the perusal, the young Commander of the insurgents paid no attention
to the noises without, when suddenly a rather sharp puff of wind caused
the flame of the candle to flicker, and the shadow of a man was darkly
defined on the canvas of the tent.
The young man, annoyed at being disturbed, raised his head angrily, and
looked toward the entrance of the tent, with a frown that promised
nothing very pleasant for his inopportune intruder. But at the sight of
the man who stood in the door-way, leaning on a long rifle, and fixing
on him eyes that sparkled like carbuncles, the Jaguar restrained with
difficulty a cry of surprise, and made a move to seize the pistols
placed within reach on the table.
This man, whom we have already had occasion to present to the reader
under very grave circumstances, had nothing, we must confess, in his
appearance that spoke greatly in his favour. His stern glance, his harsh
face, rendered still harsher by his long white beard, his tall stature
and strange attire, all about him, in a word, inspired repulsion and
almost terror. The Jaguar's movement produced a sinister smile on his
pale lips.
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