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I could have forgiven the bitterness of his persecution of me, had it not been that I was myself bitterly roused at the ill-behaviour of my friend, whom up to that time I had highly esteemed." "Ah! one has always to suffer from one's friends," rejoined Baraja, sending up a puff of smoke from his corn-husk cigarette.
"And you could never learn the names of these brave, generous, and devoted men?" asked Dona Rosarita. "Not at the moment," continued Gayferos; "only it appeared strange to me, that the youngest of the three hunters spoke to me of Don Estevan, Diaz, Oroche, and Baraja, as though he knew them perfectly."
"Yes," replied the old shepherd, "it is old Benito, dying in the desert where he has nearly always lived. As for me I know not who you are; my eyes are dim. Is Baraja living?" "I trust so; he is now pursuing the Indians, and will return in time, I hope, to bid you a last adieu." "I doubt it," replied Benito; "I wished to teach him a verse of the hymn for the dying. I can no longer remember it now.
"Is that the advice of all of you?" asked Cuchillo. "Of course," answered simultaneously Oroche and Baraja. Diaz remained silent keeping himself out of this mysterious compromise. "Well, then, gentlemen," said Cuchillo, addressing himself to his two more facile comrades, "you are fully of the opinion that the man should be got rid of?
But," continued he, suddenly changing the subject, "you will, no doubt, be astonished that I have given Don Estevan a rendezvous in such a singular place as this?" "No," coolly replied Baraja, "you may have reasons for being partial to solitude. Who does not love it at times?"
"If there be but one jaguar, then he will be satisfied with one of us, but in case he should chance to be accompanied by his female, then " "Then what, by all the devils?" demanded Cuchillo. "Why, then but I don't wish to frighten you." "May thunder strike you! Speak out," cried Baraja, suffering at the suspense.
The cavalier adventurers were aware of its object though two of them, Baraja and Oroche, had no very clear understanding upon the matter. The fumes of the mezcal were still in their heads, and it was with difficulty they could balance themselves in the saddle. They were sensible of their situation, and did their best to conceal it from the eyes of the chief.
Soon, however, the line of the adventurers, broken for an instant, reformed before a group of Indians who were rushing like wild beasts into the middle of the camp. Oroche and Baraja left the point which they were still defending, and found themselves face to face with their enemies, this time with nothing to separate them.
His daughter sat on his left hand, while Don Estevan was placed upon the right. After them, the Senator and the chaplain, and Pedro Diaz. At the lower end were seated Tiburcio, Cuchillo, Baraja and Oroche. The chaplain pronounced the benedicite.
"Oh, yes," replied Cuchillo, with a certain air of foppishness, "I treat myself well. It makes me happy to know that the dish is to your liking; I beg to assure you, it is quite at your service." "You are very good, and I accept your offer without ceremony. The morning air has sharpened my appetite." And saying this, Baraja proceeded to the mastication of the tassajo and tortillas.
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