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He paused to light his cigar of maize husk, and then resumed: "Six months ago an expedition set out from here in search of gold dust. This expedition was headed by one named let me see carrai! I have heard him called by so many names that I cannot remember any!"
Besides, what would we gain by entering their town now? It isn't likely we should accomplish anything to-night. You forget the hour it is nigh unto midnight. And as the custom of most Chaco Indians is early to bed and early to rise, we'd no doubt find every redskin of them asleep, with only their dogs to receive us. Carrai! A nice reception that would be!
Only natural they should be going at snail's pace. Carrai! the wonder is the gringo being able for even that, or go at all. I thought I'd given him his quietus, for surely I sent my spear right through his ribs! It must have struck button, or buckle, or something, and glinted off. Mad fool of me, when I had him down, not to make sure of my work! Well, it's no use blubbering about it now.
Carrai! they'd smell the nasty witch half-a-mile off, and so discover her whereabouts to their masters." "True," returns Cypriano, seeing the plan he has proposed would not do. "In that way they would find her, no doubt." "And if they didn't," interposed Ludwig, speaking from a sentiment of humanity, "it would be dreadful." "Dreadful! what do you mean?" asks Cypriano, looking puzzled.
"Vaya!" rejoined a Mexican; "we should meet the Navajoes just when we had got to their town! Carrai! that would never do, amigo. There wouldn't many, of us get back again. Santisima! No." "We ain't obleeged to meet them," argued the first speaker. "They're not a-goin' to stop at thur town when they find the nigger hain't been back." "It is true," said Seguin, "they will not remain there.
It is that of our hierarchy. Gil Uraga is one of its tools, since it exactly suits his low instincts and treacherous training. Whenever the day is ripe for a fresh pronunciamento against our liberties if we are so unfortunate as to have one he will be amongst the foremost of the traitors. Carrai! I can think of him only with disgust and loathing.
Carrai! she'll make no more midnight sorties, I fancy. No he's not gone. I cannot think it, for two reasons. First, on her account. Have you ever loved, Comandante? I mean truly loved! Ha! ha! ha!" "Ha! ha! ha! well I think I was caught once."
One crowd appeared to encircle a man who was not borne upon their shoulders, but was moving forward on his own feet. The violent gesticulations of those who surrounded him drew our attention. The man was evidently being menaced and urged forward as if he went against his will! "Carrai!" exclaimed the Mexican, "he is not one of their wounded. A captive! One of your camarados, I dare say?"
He suspect we not grow rich so easily. No must get up by old track cross to dry gully down that to Pecos. Take longer make things surer, boy Pepe." "Carrambo!" exclaimed Pepe. "It's a murderous climb. My poor beast's so jaded with the buffalo running, that he'll scarce get up. Carrai!"
Still it is the face of Naraguana, as at a glance the gaucho perceives, muttering, "Yes; it's the old chief, sure enough. Dead, and dried up like a mummy! Died of old age, no doubt. Well," he continues, in graver tone, "by whatever way he may have come to his end, no greater misfortune could have befallen us. Carrai! it's Satan's own luck!"
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