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Most likely the very man who shared the secret with him the murderer of Marcos Arellanos was among the men enrolled under the orders of the chief Don Estevan. The ambiguous questioning of Cuchillo, his comprehension of events, the stumbling of his horse, with other slighter indications, appeared to throw some light upon the obscurity of Tiburcio's conjectures; but not enough.
"I comprehend all that," responded Cuchillo. "Well! it is astonishing how people will regret the death of parents, who do not leave them the slightest inheritance!" Tiburcio could have told him, that on her death-bed his adopted mother had left him a royal, as well as a terrible legacy the secret of the Golden Valley, and the vengeance of the murder of Marcos Arellanos.
"Tiburcio Arellanos," continued the narrator, "is now Fabian, and Fabian is the last descendant of the Counts of Mediana a noble and powerful Spanish family." The young girl continued on her knees in prayer without appearing to listen to Gayferos' words. "Immense possessions, a lofty name, titles and honours. All these he will lay at the feet of the woman who shall accept his hand."
The three men whom Tiburcio meant and whose names he repeated to Bois-Rose were Cuchillo, who had attempted to assassinate him; the Senator, his rival: and Don Estevan, whom Tiburcio now believed to be the murderer of Marcos Arellanos. Bois-Rose tacitly applauded this exhibition of youthful ardour and reckless courage.
Cuchillo interrupted himself as one who has made an imprudent speech. "The fault of stumbling in the left fore-leg?" added Don Estevan. "I see this old history of the murder of Arellanos." "I did not murder him," cried the outlaw, impudently. "I had reasons not to like him; but I pardoned him, for all that." "Oh! you are so magnanimous! But come, an end to these pleasantries.
Without making answer, Don Estevan took from his purse the piece of gold he had promised, and handed it to Cuchillo. "It is the young Tiburcio Arellanos to whom you have given life," continued the outlaw. "As for me I only followed the dictates of my heart; but it may be that we have both done a very foolish action." "Why that?" asked the Spaniard.
"Listen," said the young Count: "six months ago I had to avenge my mother's death, and that of the man who had stood in my father's place, Marcos Arellanos; for if you know all, you know that I am no longer " "To me you are the same, Tiburcio; I never knew Don Fabian de Mediana."
True, it is a dangerous secret of which I am the heir, for it has already been death to those who possessed it; nevertheless it will furnish the means to raise myself to an opulence like your own. The vengeance which I have sworn to accomplish must be delayed, but it shall not be forgotten. I shall yet seek the murderer of Arellanos."
By a secret feeling the poor child divined that Gayferos had not yet finished. At length the latter said gently, "Fabian bore another name, Senorita; do you wish to hear it, while we are alone and without witnesses?" Rosarita turned pale. "Another name! oh, speak it?" she cried, in a trembling voice. "He was long known as Tiburcio Arellanos."
"The arid deserts will be no obstacle compared with the danger from the hostility of Indians. This tomb of one of their most celebrated chiefs they hold in superstitious veneration. It is the constant object of their pilgrimages, and it was during one of these visits that we were surprised. Arellanos and myself."
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