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In other words, they have been stolen from the towns of the Lower Rio Grande, to be sold to the towns of the Upper Rio Grande, and the trade is deemed perfectly legitimate, at least, there is no help for it as the case stands. The cibolero goes forth on the plains with a rare escort.
Roblado hastened down from the azotea, and the next moment the bugle was heard sounding "boots and saddles." During the conversation that had taken place the cibolero sat, motionless upon his horse where he had first halted. The two officers were no longer in view, as they had stepped back upon the azotea, and the high parapet concealed them.
A proclamation had been posted on the walls of the town, the joint production of the Comandante and his captain, offering a high reward for the cibolero's head, and a still higher sum for the cibolero himself if captured alive!
"What tribe?" simultaneously inquired the officers, both with an earnestness of manner and a slight trepidation in their voices; "what tribe? Were they not Yutas?" "No," answered the cibolero, while he observed the continued confusion of his questioners. "Who, then?" "I believe," replied Carlos, "they were not Yutas more likely my sworn foes, the Jicarillas."
Sergeant Gomez was summoned, the cibolero sent for, and the revelry went on. But that revelry was soon after brought to a sudden termination, when Sergeant Gomez burst into the saloon, and announced in a loud voice that The prisoner had escaped! A shell dropping into the midst of that company could not have scattered it more completely.
And again the padre swallowed a large glassful of claret, and smacked his lips as before. "Now your news, dear padre?" "Pues, cavalleros our hunters have returned!" "Y pues?" "Pues que! they have brought news." "Of what?" "Of our friend the cibolero." "Of Carlos?" "Precisely of that individual." "What news? Have they seen him?" "No, not exactly him, but his trail.
"Wide though the prairie plains, and faint the trail of these dastardly robbers, yet keen is the eye of Carlos the cibolero! I shall find thee yet I shall find thee, though it cost me the search of a life. Fear not, Rosita! fear not, sweet sister! I come to your rescue! If thou art wronged, woe, woe, to the tribe that has done it!"
They had heard of the intended feat, and many would have dissuaded the cibolero from the perilous attempt. There was one whose heart was full to bursting full as that of Carlos' own sister; and yet she dared not show it to those around. She was constrained to sit in silent agony, and suffer. Carlos knew this.
The cibolero had tracked him; his guilt was known, and the brother was now come to demand redress or have vengeance! The horrors of his night-dream returned, now mingling with the horrors of the fearful reality before him. He scarce knew what to say he could scarce speak. He looked wildly around in hopes of seeing some help.
The mind of the cibolero, used to quick action, examined these plans with the rapidity of thought itself. The first was rejected without a moment's consideration. To have scattered through the chapparal would have resulted in certain capture. The jungle was too small, not over a couple of miles in width, though extending to twice that length.
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