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The garotta was too good for him; and when taken, they could all promise him ample punishment. The very ingratitude of the act was magnified. It was but the day before that these same officers had gone forth with their valiant soldiers to do him a service! The man must have been mad! His mother had no doubt bewitched him. To have killed Lieutenant Garcia! he who was such a favourite! Carrambo!
Carrambo! you will be deeming my manners quite as rude as the roughest of Homer's heroes. I am forgetting to introduce you to one of whom you've heard me speak. Though it don't so much signify, since the lady has made your acquaintance already. Permit me to present my dear Adela." It is the beautiful huntress who steps forward to be introduced, now looking more beautiful than ever.
"Oh, sir," said he, "this is one of the aides-de-camp of the Chilian generalissimo, a Senor Carrambo, who begged me to land him at Callao on some urgent private business.
Up to this time Uraga has presumed him to be a perfect stranger, but when the broad brim of the sombrero no longer casts its shade over his face, and his eyelids become elevated through increasing confidence, the colonel starts to his feet with an exclamatory speech that tells of recognition. "Carrambo! You are Manuel mule driver for Don Valerian Miranda?"
"Good-bye, lieutenant," said the admiral, "and thanks for your introduction to `Senor Carrambo. I admired the condition and discipline of your ship to-day, Mr Finch, and, in forming my opinion of your character I must say that you carry out a joke better than anyone I ever met. But you should remember, lieutenant, that those who have the end of the laugh, enjoy the joke best.
I would not have missed for a hundred pounds the agony you were in all the time you were sitting at my table, and, I really think, I had the best of the joke! "Come and breakfast with me and I will tell you the reason why I address you as above I suppose he never told you, but your father was one of my dearest friends. "Yours, with best compliments to `Senor Carrambo, "Anson."
"Disguise do you call it? Why, it is the usual costume!" "True, Senorita; but not for a grand senora like you. Carrambo!" "Well, I think I must be disguised, as I passed several acquaintances who would not bow to me! Ha! ha!" "Pobrecita ita ita!" continued she, suddenly changing her tone, and regarding Josefa's companion with a look of kind sympathy. "How she must have suffered! Poor dear girl!
"In the water," replied Leona; "among the great lillies." "It's the tapir," cried Leon. "Carrambo! it's our tapir!" Guapo was busy plucking his macaws, but at the word tapir he sprang to his feet, making the feathers fly in all directions. "Where, señorita?" he asked, addressing little Leona. "Down below," replied the child; "near the edge of the river."
There was but one objection that struck me; and I offered it for the consideration of our guide. The vallon as he had stated, was a cul-de-sac. Should we be tracked into it, there would be no chance of retreat: we should be taken as in a trap? "Carrambo!" exclaimed the Mexican, in answer to my suggestion, "no fear of being tracked by such curs as they. They know nothing of that business.
Not one of their whole fraternity could follow the trace of a buffalo in snow-time. Carrambo! No." "There is one who could," I replied; "one who could follow a feebler trail than ours." "What! A rastreador among these Judios! Who, cavallero?" "Their father!" I whispered the reply, so that neither of the girls should overhear it.
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