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These Indians are as curious as the very devil; and they can extract a secret almost as effectually as the Holy Inquisition itself. Perhaps they are frightening either the guide or Gayferos to betray the situation of our camp." "God forbid they should succeed!" exclaimed Baraja.
I shall build with Pepe Ho, Pepe," said the hunter in a loud voice, "come and ratify my promise." Pepe and Gayferos came forward at the hunter's summons. "I and Pepe," he continued, "will build a hut of the trunks and bark of trees upon the spot of ground where I found you again.
Gayferos then related to his auditors the unexpected assistance he had obtained from the three hunters who had taken refuge upon the little island, and was describing the moment in which Bois-Rose carried him off in the presence of the Indians, when this heroic action drew from Don Augustin's lips a cry of admiration. "But there were then a score on this little island?" interrupted he.
"No matter," grumbled Benito; "let them fire away. If it be not Cuchillo or Gayferos, we needn't care. So, friend Baraja, I wish you good-night go to sleep yourself. In the desert, time for sleep is precious, although at any minute you may be sent to sleep in eternity Good-night!"
Don Augustin awaited with the greatest impatience, the return of Gayferos; but they sought him in vain. He had disappeared. We shall presently explain the motive of his departure. Almost at the same moment in which the haciendado and his daughter were informed of it, another attendant entered to announce that Tragaduros was dismounting in the court-yard of the hacienda.
"It is difficult to say," answered Benito; "but certainly they must have some good reason for wasting so much powder a scarce article among them. It appears probable enough that poor Cuchillo is captured; or may be the Senor Gayferos, who was sent after him."
All the puppet Moors being now cut to pieces, Don Quixote became calmer, saying aloud, "How miserable had been the fate of poor Don Gayferos and Melisendra his wife if I had not been in time to save them from those infidel Moors! Long live knight-errantry!" "Ay, ay," moaned Master Peter in a doleful voice, "it may live long enough.
The route which he followed for some time brought him in contact with few travellers, and when by chance some horseman appeared in the distance, Gayferos, as he passed him, exchanged an impatient salutation, but failed to recognise the one he sought.
It was I still, my child, for your happiness is a thousand times more precious than mine. Who persuaded you to make this last trial? It was still I, my child, who knew that you must succumb to it. To-morrow I had said to you, I will accept your sacrifice; but Gayferos had even then read the most secret pages of this lady's heart.
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