"Ah! Senor Capitan," cried Costal, seeing him advance, "I am glad you are still on your feet. Seeing your horse along with ours I had fears that some misfortune had happened to you. Quick!" continued he, addressing himself to Clara, and leaping out of the saddle, "we must back to the lake at once, else Matlacuezc--. Senor Don Cornelio, you will be good enough to wait for us here. We have important matters on hand, and need to be alone." At this moment, however, a new incident arose to interrupt the designs of Costal. Five horsemen, and a _litera_ carried by mules, appeared suddenly in the open ground by the edge of the wood. It was Don Mariano with his domestics. Having heard Don Cornelio pronounce the well-known names of two of his old servitors, the haciendado had advanced in the direction whence the voice proceeded, full of hope in this unexpected succour which heaven seemed to have sent to him. He had seen the party of brigands as they rode past with the torches; and his people had easily recognised their old fellow-servants, Arroyo and Bocardo. It was a relief to know that two more faithful than they--Costal and Clara--were in the same neighbourhood. He advanced, therefore, calling them by name, while he also pronounced the name of Lantejas--asking if it were the Don Cornelio Lantejas who had once been his guest at the hacienda of Las Palmas. "Yes; certainly I am the same," replied the Captain, agreeably surprised at thus finding himself among friends in a place which, up to that moment, had appeared to him so melancholy and desolate. Before any conversation could take place between Don Cornelio and his former host, an incident of a still more thrilling character was to be enacted on the scene. From behind the belt of the cedrela forest--into which Arroyo and his followers had ridden but a few minutes before--six horsemen were seen debouching at full gallop, as if riding for their lives; while close upon their heels came six others, who appeared straining after them in eager pursuit! For a moment the six in front seemed to waver in their course--as if undecided as to what direction they should take. Only for a moment, however, and then heading their horses along the shore of the lake, they pressed on in wildest flight. Galloping at such a rapid pace they appeared not to see either the party of Don Mariano or Don Cornelio and his two followers--who on their part had scarce time to draw back into the bushes, ere the horsemen went sweeping past the spot like a cloud of dust. Despite the rapidity of their course, however, the keen eye of Costal enabled him to distinguish among the horsemen two of his old fellow-servants of Las Palmas--Arroyo and Bocardo. "We are on dangerous ground here, comrade," said he in a whisper to Clara. "It is Arroyo and Bocardo, pursued, no doubt, by the royalists. Whichever wins it is no good for us."