Portugal -- History -- Joseph, 1750-1777 -- Fiction
"Fire again!" shouted the Captain; and another of his men having loaded
his piece, discharged it; but it was for the destruction of a friend;
for the ball striking Damiao's horse, the animal fell, and Don Luis,
dealing a blow on the ruffian's head before he could recover himself,
rode furiously at the captor of the lady. His three followers at the
same time coming up, gave full occupation to the remainder of the band,
who were, however, still superior in numbers; and though their courage
was somewhat lessened by the loss of their companions, yet the hopes of
keeping possession of their booty induced them, led on by him with the
slouched hat, to continue the combat. The bandit chief, encumbered as
he was by his fair prize, would have been completely unable to defend
himself from Don Luis's furious attack, had he not interposed her as his
shield; but the young cavalier was not thus to be baffled; for, changing
suddenly his sword to his bridle hand, and leaning forward, he so
dexterously clasped the lovely girl round the waist, that the robber,
completely taken by surprise, relinquished his hold, and beheld her
securely seated in front of her rescuer before he had time to draw a
weapon for his defence; when Don Luis, again changing his sword to his
right hand, dealt him a blow on the shoulder, that completely disabled
him from further resistance. A shot from the pistol of Pedro had
likewise severely wounded him with the slouched hat; and the shouts of
Goncalo Christovao, and his attendants, being now heard, the banditti
lost courage, and, turning their horses, galloped after their wounded
leader, leaving Don Luis master of the field, with all the booty, except
the jewels and money they carried about them. With the fair charge he
held in his arms, it was impossible for him to attempt to follow; nor
did he think fit to risk the lives of his attendants in a pursuit,
which, considering that the robbers were probably well acquainted with
the country, would no doubt prove fruitless.
As, his faithful Pedro holding his horse, he gently lifted Donna Clara
to the ground, he now, for the first time, observed her extreme beauty;
and, though he had fancied his heart seared to all female attractions,
he could not help acknowledging that he had never seen one so lovely as
the fair girl to whom he had just afforded such essential service.
"Fear not, lady," he said, in a tone modulated by his feelings; "you are
free from all danger, and your father, also, is unharmed. See, here he
comes to assure you of his safety."
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