The White Chief: A Legend of Northern MexicoReid, Mayne
History
The White Chief: A Legend of Northern Mexico
Reid, Mayne
Southwest, New -- History -- Fiction
She placed it in the lock, and then shot the bolt, using all the care
she could to prevent it from making a noise. She raised the latch with
like caution; and then, opening the door, stepped gently to the outside.
She next closed the door after her, slowly and silently; and this done,
she ran with all her speed along the road towards some woods that were
outside the town, and not far from the house of Don Ambrosio.
It was in these woods that Roblado held his men in ambush. He had
brought them thither at a late hour, and by a circuitous route, so that
no one should see them as they entered the timber, and thus prevent the
possibility of a frustration of his plans. Here he was waiting the
arrival of his spy.
The girl soon reached the spot, and in a few minutes detailed to the
officer the whole of what she had witnessed. What she had heard there
was no time to tell, for she communicated to Roblado how she had been
detained, and the latter saw there was not a moment to be lost. The
interview might end before he should be ready, and his prey might still
escape him.
Had Roblado felt more confidence as to time he would now have acted
differently. He would have sent some men by a lower crossing, and let
them approach the bottom of the garden directly from the meadow; he
would, moreover, have spent more time and caution about the "surround."
But he saw he might be too late, should he adopt this surer course. A
quicker one recommended itself, and he at once gave the orders to his
followers. These were divided into two parties of different sizes.
Each was to take a side of the garden, and deploy along the wall, but
the larger party was to drop only a few of its men, while the rest were
to ride hastily over the greater bridge, and gallop round to the bottom
of the garden. Roblado himself was to lead this party, whose duty would
likely be of most importance. As the leader well knew, the garden walls
could not be scaled without a ladder, and the cibolero, if found within
the garden, would attempt to escape by the bridge at the bottom. Lest
he might endeavour to get through the avenue and off by the front of the
house, the girl Vicenza was to conduct Gomez with several men on foot
through the patio, and guide them to the avenue entrance.
The plan was well enough conceived. Roblado knew the ground well. He
had often strolled through that garden, and its walls and approaches
were perfectly familiar to him. Should he be enabled to surround it
before the cibolero could got notice of their approach, he was sure of
his victim. The latter must either be killed or captured.
In five minutes after the arrival of the spy he had communicated the
whole of their duties to the men; and in five minutes more they had
ridden out of the woods, crossed the small tract that separated them
from the house, and were in the act of surrounding the garden! It was
at this moment that the dog Cibolo first uttered his growl of alarm.
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