He had scarce finished his speech, when the six horsemen in pursuit passed the group, going at a pace not less rapid and furious than the others. One of the pursuers, of commanding figure, was several lengths ahead of the other five. Bent down almost to the level of his horse's neck, he appeared to be straining every muscle in the pursuit; and although his horse seemed rather to fly than gallop, the rider still kept urging him with the spur. Clutching convulsively his broad-brimmed sombrero--which the rapid course had lifted from his head--he crushed it down over his brows in such a manner that his face was almost hidden by it. His horse at the same instant, whether frightened by the _litera_ of Gertrudis, or by some other object, shied suddenly to one side--as he did so giving utterance to a strange snorting sound, which was responded to by a feeble cry from behind the curtains of the _litera_. The cry was not heard by the horseman, who, absorbed with the pursuit of his enemy, passed on without turning his head. Gertrudis was not the only one who trembled with emotion on recognising the snort of the steed. It brought vividly to the remembrance of Captain Lantejas the chase he had sustained on the plain of Huajapam-- just before the powerful arm of Colonel Tres-Villas had lifted him out of his stirrups. Neither could Don Mariano fail to recognise the peculiarity of a steed that he had so long kept in his stables; and as for the rider, the figure appeared to answer for that of Don Rafael. Could it indeed be he whom they believed to be at the siege of Huajapam? Don Mariano could scarce doubt that it was Colonel Tres-Villas who had ridden past. "By all the devils in hell!" cried Costal, swearing like a pagan, as he was; "what has set the world mad on this particular night? What sends everybody this way, to interrupt the worshippers of the great Tlaloc?" "True, it is damnably vexatious," rejoined Clara, who was equally chagrined at this sudden and unexpected intrusion, upon what he regarded as the only chance they might ever have of an interview with the gold-finding goddess. Putting off their invocations to a more favourable opportunity, both Indian and negro now hastened away to dress and arm themselves, in order that they might be in readiness for any untoward event; while Don Cornelio stayed beside the haciendado and his party. As yet uncertain how to act, Don Mariano thought it better to remain where he was, and await the result of an action which he could not regard otherwise than with anxiety. It is needless to say that the occupant of the _litera_ listened with still more vivid emotion, mingled with deep apprehension, to the sounds that rung back along the shores of the lake. The chase was soon too distant to be witnessed by the eye, but upon the still night air could be heard confused cries of terror and vengeance-- which indicated to all that the pursuers were closing rapidly upon the pursued. CHAPTER SEVENTY EIGHT.