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They pommelled for several minutes, then locked their arms about each other and went reeling about the wall, to the horror of the others, who dared not approach lest they should inflame them further. "Jump down! Jump down, you imbeciles!" cried Don Jose. "Do you wish to be food for the bear? A misstep " The words ended in a hoarse gurgle. Dona Theresa shrieked. Adan and Carlos sobbed.
"We shall," said Roldan, stoutly; although he, too, felt the chill of the immense solitude. "And we have begun well! What an adventure to start with! I am sure we shall have more." Adan crossed himself. The boys rode at a long even gallop, the high chaparral closing behind them. Every half hour they paused, and Roldan, dismounting, held his ear to the ground. But as yet they were unpursued.
What was left looked like a monster of some unknown species; a creature with no head, a huge belly, and two tails. "Caramba!" exclaimed Adan, "I could not eat that even if we had anything to cook it with. It looks like a mass of poison." "I should like to know where that poison was last night.
But the current was too much for his slender body, plucky as it was. He made a mighty effort and shouted, "Adan!" The high clear note pierced to his companion's ear. Adan turned his head, uttered a cry, and pulled his unwilling mustang about. But the current was carrying the white face on the waves rapidly past. "Lariat!" Roldan managed to scream.
Adan gathered his remaining energies, bolted across the room, and climbed into bed. "Dios de mi alma, Roldan," he gasped. "Where are we, and why are we sweltered like sick babies? This is a fine place. Ay! may I never see snow nor a redwood again!"
Take off your boots." "What is left of them," muttered Adan. But they were better than no boots, and he took them off, and slung them round his neck. Roldan scrambled down the bank and plunged into the creek. Adan, after a moment's hesitation, followed with audible reluctance.
The greatest danger we had run was from the Gerad Adan, a fact of which I was not aware till some time after my return to Berberah: he had always been plotting an avanie which, if attempted, would have cost him dear, but at the same time would certainly have proved fatal to us. Noon arrived, but no cavalry.
"What is it? What is it?" cried Adan, who also had been obliged to pull in abruptly, and who liked horses less when they stood on their hind legs. "Is it the bear upon us? But, no, I hear him above and beyond. What are you doing, my friend?" Roldan had dismounted and was on his hands and knees. In a half moment he stood erect. "We are saved," he said. "Ay? What?"
Mad Said grumbled certain disrespectful expressions about the propriety of divines confining themselves to prayers and the Koran, whilst the Gerad Adan, after listening to the Shaykh's violent denunciation of the Somali doctrine, "Fire, but not shame!" conducted his head-scratcher, and with sly sarcasm declared that he had been Islamized afresh that day.
"Ay, thou canst appreciate the art of speech. Hast thou ever known any one who could converse with lighter ease than I and thy brother?" "I never have heard any one use more words." "Ay! they roll from my tongue and from Reinaldo's like wheels downhill." She turned to Adan: "They will be happy, you think, Reinaldo and Prudencia?" "Ay!" "What a beautiful wedding, no?" "Ay!"
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