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"Carrai! it was a hellish purpose; but you shall hear it. These Mormons have at their head a great chief priest una propheta, as they call him.
The girl gave so much trouble in getting them parted, I couldn't be quite sure of having killed him outright. If not, he might manage to crawl away, or they coming after in search of him Carrai! I'll make sure now. It can only delay me a matter of ten minutes, and," he adds glancing up at the blade of his spear, "if need be, another thrust of this."
Nay, more," continued Seguin, with a look that expressed a hidden meaning, "we could not get far up the Del Norte itself before the Navajoes would be warned of our approach. We have enemies nearer home." "Carrai! that is true," said a hunter, speaking in Spanish.
I'm as hungry as a famished coyote." "Carrai! the coyotes of these parts won't be hungry for some time. Vaya!" "Who knows whether they've killed `El Cojo'?" "`Catch a fox, kill a fox. No. He's found some hole to creep through, I warrant him. "`El que mata un ladron Tiene cien anos de perdon."
"Their god," continued Sanchez, "is the same as that of the Mexican Aztecs; for these people are of that race, it is believed. I don't know much about that, though I've heard men talk of it. He is called by a queer, hard name. Carrai! I don't remember it." "Quetzalcoatl?" "Caval! that's the word. Pues, senores; he is a fire-god, and fond of human flesh; prefers it roasted, so they say.
"Ave Maria!" screamed Baraja, in anguish, "the tiger has a wife!" "You speak true," said Benito, "there are two of them, and they must be a male and female, since two male jaguars never hunt in company." "Carrai!" exclaimed Cuchillo, "may the devil take me if ever I passed a night in the company of such a man as this old herdsman. He would frighten the hair off one's head if he could."
Ay, indeed, mi amo, white robbers; blancos, blancos y muy feos, carrai!" And Jose closed his fingers as if clutching some imaginary object. This appeal to my fears was in vain. I answered it by pointing to my revolvers and rifle, and to the well-filled belt of my henchman Gode.
After some hesitation he consented, and filling our pipes, we reclined upon a buffalo robe before the entrance to his lodge, while he told me his story. "My real name is Pedro Vargas carrai! it sounds strange enough in my ears now, for it is many years since I have heard it uttered. "I was born on the banks of the Del Norte, where my father was a vaquero on the estate on Don Ramon d'Echeverra.
For some time he crouched beside the rock, listening. Then rising to his feet, with a smile of satisfaction upon his grim, sinister features, he said, in soliloquy, "They're down there, no doubt of it; and dead long before this. One of the two must have been he. Who the other matters not Carrai! I'd like to have had a look at him too, and let him see who has given him his quietus.
Down in Texas, I have myself been an eye-witness to a similar condition of things." "Ah! true, senor. Down there in Tejas and Tamaulipas things, I have heard, are bad enough. Carrai! here in New Mexico they are ten times worse. There they have the Comanches and Lipanos. Here we have an enemy on every side. On the east Caygua and Comanche, on the west the Apache and Navajo.
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