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It was concluded by their resolving to follow the horsemen as rapidly as possible along the road which these had taken the road to Tubac. After having uselessly discharged their carbines several times, from too great a distance for the balls to be dangerous, Oroche and Baraja had rejoined Cuchillo.
I myself have lost half a hacienda at play after being robbed of the other half and yet I never said a word about it." "Didn't you indeed? what's that to me? I shall speak as I please, Senor Baraja, and as loudly as I please too," added he, placing his hand upon the hilt of his knife.
"I know not, but he is dead." "And Pedro Diaz that man of such noble and disinterested feeling?" "He, like Don Estevan, is no more of this world." "And his friends Cuchillo, Oroche, and Baraja?" "Dead as well as Pedro Diaz, all dead except but with your leave, Senor, I shall commence my narrative at an earlier period. It is necessary that you should know all." "We shall listen to you patiently."
But Cuchillo did not desire to have a partner in the deed who could claim a share in the promised reward, he was determined to have the twenty onzas to himself; and this it was that induced him to leave Baraja and Oroche behind him. His design was well conceived, and might have been executed to his satisfaction.
"I shall be glad to hear them," said the other, easing himself down into a horizontal position; "after a good repast, there is nothing I so much enjoy as a good story." After saying this, and lighting his cigarette, Baraja turned upon the broad of his back, and with his eyes fixed upon the blue sky, appeared to enjoy a perfect beatitude.
Don Augustin had pronounced upon his courage; and the chief himself had noticed the reserve with which Diaz treated his new associates Cuchillo and Baraja. Moreover, some words with Diaz himself had confirmed Don Estevan's favourable impression, and convinced him that the Indian fighter was a man of brave and loyal heart.
"Agreed, Don Estevan; and in to-morrow's hunt of these wild horses, it will be strange if Tiburcio Arellanos don't knock his brains out against either a rock or the trunk of a tree, or at least get himself into some corner, where he won't be able to find his way out again. The only regret I have is, that I shall have to share these twenty onzas with my friends, Baraja and Oroche."
The gun of the Senator shook in his hand Baraja commended his soul to all the saints in the Spanish calendar Cuchillo clutched his carbine, as if he would crush it between his fingers while the chief himself coolly awaited the denouement of the drama.
Do you not know something?" "Not a word." "Ah! I must do without it," said Benito, whose accustomed stoicism did not forsake him even at that moment. Then, in a still more feeble voice, he added, "I have bequeathed to Baraja an old companion an old friend; whoever you may be, recommend him to observe my last request, to love him as I did." "A brother doubtless." "Better than that; my horse."
"But," interposed Baraja, "why may he not lose it? to-morrow in this hunt of wild horses there will be a thousand opportunities of his losing it?" "True enough," said Cuchillo, in a solemn voice. "It is of great importance he should not return from this hunt. Can I rely upon you, gentlemen?" "Blindly!" replied the two adventurers.
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