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You give me the word of the California don that unless I am killed you will not run away?" "I promise. There is nothing else to do. That is to say, I promise not to run away before this battle is over." "That is what I mean," said Anastacio, curtly. "Now we will sleep." He disposed his men in the forest above a narrow, rocky canon into which the enemy would hardly venture.
The boys slept soundly between two excellent Mission blankets in a corner of the hut, whose walls and floors had been well swept with Mission brooms. Anastacio, despite his contempt for the trammels of civilisation, had developed an aristocratic taste or two. He slept by the door, but when the boys awoke he was not there.
I am sorry for Anastacio but Dios de mi alma! to see a brave Spanish officer bite the dust with the arrow of a dog in his brain! Ay, he moves! He is not dead." "His hand is as steady but do you notice? all are not firing." "The arrows are giving out. There is only one end. But I must see it through. Mary! Mary! They are breaking."
If Anastacio has thousands of Indians to run to his call they will fight when he bids them." "Caramba! you are right," exclaimed Roldan. "Those Americans " "American boys?" asked Adan, eagerly. "Now," said Anastacio, "I sleep. Awake me when the sky turns grey." He stretched himself out and slept at once. The boys drew close together and speculated upon the fateful morrow.
That evening Anastacio called Roldan to him. "I fear treachery," he said. "Who can trust five hundred men that have learned too much? And the white men, they have better brains than mine. I watch to-night. Will you watch with me, senor? that I can sleep before morning and rest for the fight." "I will," said Roldan, enthusiastically. "And Adan also?" "It matters not."
"That we will," said Adan, emphatically. "We've done that before." The boys were given a good supper of meat roasted over coals, and a slice of Mission cake, then were escorted by Anastacio to the largest of the huts. "Enter and sleep," he said. "It is my hut. I shall sleep beside you."
"You'll show me nothin' turncoat!" "It helps a lot, too, when the man you hit is not expecting it," suggested Anastacio smoothly. "You might show me sometime when I'm looking for it." "Now what's biting you?" demanded Pringle testily. "What did you expect me to do send 'em a note by registered mail?" "I'm not speaking about Applegate. That was all right. I am speaking about your friend."
Hal, who had evidently been expecting the invitation for some time, at once seated himself, and, with Jerry, Ned and myself as listeners, commenced as follows: "When Anastacio and I started for Fort Davis, we hadn't been on the road fifteen minutes, before five Indians set upon us, from a thicket by the road side.
Two days later, the colonel's own carriage, with four good road-mules, arrived, with an invitation, asking Juanita to accept his hospitality at Fort Bliss, and promising that Anastacio should accompany her, to her father's hacienda.
The room was crowded with Indians standing respectfully about a man in the middle of the room, whom Roldan knew instinctively to be Anastacio. He was big and clean-limbed and sinewy, with small cunning eyes, a resolute mouth and chin, and an air of perfect fearlessness. Roldan warmed to him, and looked with admiration and envy at the muscles on his splendid limbs.
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