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Updated: June 23, 2025
"We gain nothing by sitting here, and we are both fresh; we can walk many leagues before night." "Do you know which way to go?" asked Adan. Roldan swept the horizon with his eyes. The buttes they had passed had displaced the solitary landmark of the morning. There was not a hoof-beat on the hard split ground. Roldan shrugged his shoulders. "We can at least follow the sun.
At last the night arrived for the gold quest. The guests had gone. Roldan, Adan, and Rafael were alone on their side of the great house. They waited, kicking their heels together with leashed impatience, until eleven o'clock.
The door cautiously opened wide, and a woman, stout, brown, but of exceeding grace and elegance, entered and bent over him. "Good-day, senora," said Roldan, politely. "I am very hungry. Where am I? And is Adan here?" The lady smiled and patted his cheek with a shapely and flashing hand.
"Where did you go last night?" Adan demanded loudly. "I sat up talking to the priests and roaming about the square," replied Roldan. Anastacio was almost at his elbow. "Well, I had had sleep enough by twelve o'clock and I went into your cell, and then spent the rest of the night waiting for you to come back." "I hope breakfast is ready. Come."
"Pardon, father; I meant that you have misunderstood. I do not choose to be shut up in a barrack against my will, but I am ready to fight; and, although I am not yet sixteen, you shall see that I can help you protect your Mission. And Adan too." "I am sure of it. I did but tease you. And your part shall begin to-night. You are rested, no?" "I feel as if I wanted no more sleep for a week."
The sky was turning grey as they reached the straggling outposts of the forest on the mountain. The firing had ceased. Their ruse had doubtless been discovered. "We will hide for twenty-four hours and rest," Anastacio said to Roldan, who was the only person he condescended to hold converse with, although he allowed Adan to sun himself in his presence.
"If he only were not a priest I'd fight him, big as he is. But at least I can outwit him. It consoles me to think of his fury when he goes to the cave and finds us gone." "We'd better get out of this tunnel before we talk about having the best of the priest," said Adan. "Suppose he returns to kill us himself " "He will not return until to-morrow. Then he will have repented.
It may be a good sign, however: as they are the first living things we have seen, we may be near to the edge of the desert." Adan crossed himself. "Come," continued Roldan, "let us move on, before hunger tempts us too far." Once more they started on their tortuous way.
Indian servants came and went with cooling drinks. Although it was December, Winter had loitered and fallen into deeper sleep than usual on her journey South this year. Adan was leaning against a pillar, moody and bored. He was the youngest of the boys.
It shot out to full length, and the clever marksman took it by its horny tail and dragged it to the fire. "He didn't know that we'd have him for supper," said Adan, gleefully. "Here, let us eat our steak and then I'll skin him." The steak proved tough, and when it had been disposed of with many grumblings, the rattlesnake was skinned and roasted, and proved very delicate and edible.
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