The White Chief: A Legend of Northern MexicoReid, Mayne
History
The White Chief: A Legend of Northern Mexico
Reid, Mayne
Southwest, New -- History -- Fiction
Roblado's eloquence, combined with his own vile desires, overruled the
slight opposition of his superior; and, once entered on the affair, the
latter found himself highly amused in carrying it out. The burlesque
proclamations, the exaggerated stories of Indians, the terror of the
citizens, their encomiums on his own energetic and valorous conduct--all
these were a pleasant relief to the _ennui_ of a barrack life and,
during the several days' visit of "los barbaros," the Comandante and his
captain were never without a theme for mirth and laughter.
So adroitly had they managed the whole matter that, upon the morning
after the final _coup_ of the robbers--the abduction of Rosita--there
was not a soul in the settlement, themselves and their two aides
excepted, that had the slightest suspicion but that real hostile Indians
were the actors!
Yes, there was one other who had a suspicion--only a suspicion--Rosita's
mother. Even the girl believed herself in the hands of Indians--_if
belief she had_.
CHAPTER THIRTY ONE.
"Ha! ha! ha! A capital joke, by my honour!" continued Roblado, laughing
as he puffed his cigar. "It's the only piece of fun I've enjoyed since
we came to this stupid place. Even in a frontier post I find that one
_may_ have a little amusement if he know how to make it. Ha! ha! ha!
After all, there was a devilish deal of trouble. But come, tell me, my
dear Comandante--for you know by this time--in confidence, was it worth
the trouble?"
"I am sorry we have taken it," was the reply, delivered in a serious
tone.
Roblado looked straight in the other's face, and now for the first time
noticed its gloomy expression. Busied with his cigar, he had not
observed this before.
"Hola!" exclaimed he; "what's the matter, my colonel? This is not the
look a man should wear who has spent the last twelve hours as pleasantly
as you must have done. Something amiss?"
"Everything amiss."
"Pray what? Surely you were with her?"
"But a moment, and that was enough."
"Explain, my dear colonel."
"She is mad!"
"Mad!"
"Having mad! Her talk terrified me. I was but too glad to come away,
and leave her to the care of Jose, who waits upon her. I could not bear
to listen to her strange jabberings. I assure you, camarado, it robbed
me of all desire to remain."
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