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He neither halted nor spoke, but, casting on the latter a malignant glance, kept on. He did not slacken his pace until he drew bridle in the saguan of the Presidio. His panting horse had to pay for the bitter reflections that tortured the soul of his master. The first thing which Rosita did, after the noise without had ceased, was to glide forth and peep through the cactus-fence.
The sound a second time came pealing through the open door and windows. "I declare it's a bugle!" said the girl. "There must be soldiers." She ran first to the door, and then up to the cactus-fence. She peered through the interstices of the green columns. Sure enough there were soldiers. A troop of lancers was marching by twos down the valley, and not far off.
"God of heaven! what can it mean?" cried he, with a choking voice; but, without waiting to answer himself, he lanced the flanks of his horse till the animal shot off like an arrow. The intervening ground was passed; and, flinging himself from the saddle, the cibolero rushed through the cactus-fence. The atajo soon after came up.
The pretty Rosita, still a little apprehensive, once more peeped through the cactus-fence to assure herself that no one was near. But this time some one was near, and the sight did not cause her any fear, quite the contrary. The approach of a young man in a blue manga, mounted upon a richly-caparisoned horse, had a contrary effect altogether, and Rosita's little heart now beat with confidence.
It was only after passing through the opening in this fence that the little rancho could be seen; and although its walls were rude, the sweet little flower-garden that bloomed within the enclosure told that the hand of care was not absent. Beyond the cactus-fence, and built against the cliff, was another enclosure a mere wall of adobe of no great height.
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