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Updated: June 20, 2025
It is needless to say that it was Tiburcio Arellanos, whose cheeks as he came within the light of the fire betrayed by their paleness the traces of some violent emotion, or else of some terrible malady. This pallor, however, was partly caused by the blood which he had lost in the conflict with Cuchillo.
"And if she did, where would she find a man possessing higher physical or moral qualities than this same Tiburcio? I never dreamt of having for my son-in-law any other than an intelligent man, brave enough to defend the frontier against these hordes of savage Indians, and just such a man is young Arellanos.
"He whom we called Tiburcio Arellanos." Don Augustin remained mute with surprise: his daughter took advantage of his silence. "When I consented to this marriage," said she, "I believed that Don Fabian was forever lost to us. I did not know that he still loved me; and yet consider whether I do not love you, my father; consider what a grievous sacrifice I made in my affection for you I knew well "
He had dismounted his horse, and sat down to wait for daylight; but scarcely had he done so when he bounded up as though bitten by a serpent. A fatal chance had led him to sit down on the very spot where he had struck Marcos Arellanos, and quick as lightning, every detail of the mortal struggle passed through his mind. However this feeling of terror was of short duration.
"You are right," said Fabian, who looked pale and grave, "it was here perhaps that the unlucky Marcos Arellanos was assassinated. Ah! if this place could speak, I should know the name of him whom I have sworn to pursue: but the wind and the rain have effaced the traces of the victim as well as those of the murderer."
The young girl continued her fervent prayer without turning her head. "And, moreover," resumed the narrator, "the heart of Don Fabian de Mediana still retains a feeling which was dear to the heart of Tiburcio Arellanos." Rosarita paused in her prayer. "Tiburcio Arellanos will be here to-night." This time the young girl no longer prayed. It was Tiburcio and not Fabian, Count of Mediana.
The captain of the English brig, not knowing what to do with him, gave him to Arellanos who chanced to be in Guaymas at the time and Arellanos brought him up and has made a man of him my faith! that he has. Young as the fellow is, there is not such a rastreador nor horse-tamer in the province."
This oath Arellanos took, and his death of course prevented him from betraying it." "You have said that after his return from his first expedition, you met him in Tubac. Was there no woman whom he may perchance have had in his confidence?" "His wife only he may have told it to her. But yesterday a vaquero gave me the news that she has lately died.
This time, it will not be as when along with Arellanos; I shall not have to fly from the Indians: they are busy. Afterwards I can come back with such of my companions as escape the Apaches. How many will remain to partake with me? Oh! the thought of these treasures makes the blood boil in my veins.
"Tiburcio," continued he, "is of a race or appears to be of a race that unites intelligence with courage; and you are his mortal enemy. Do you begin to understand me?" "No," said Cuchillo. "Well, you will presently, after a few simple questions which I intend to ask you. The first is: In your expedition with Arellanos, had you not a horse that stumbled in the left leg?"
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