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Updated: May 23, 2025
"That villain would naturally expect us to return here. He will have learned all that has passed: Narcisso's escape our visits. You know he would watch night and day to trap either of us." "Oh, heavens!" I exclaimed, as the memory of this man came over me; "why did I not bring more men? Clayley, we must go on now. Slowly, Raoul slowly, and with caution do you hear."
Even those who had remained with the horses, six hundred yards off, sheltered themselves behind trees and projections of the bank. The party nearest us kept loading and firing their escopettes. Their bullets flattened upon the face of the cliff or whistled over our heads. Clayley, Chane, Raoul, and myself, being unarmed, had thrown ourselves behind the scarp to avoid catching a stray shot.
The arms were stiffly pressed against his side, and his legs projected at full stretch, exhibiting an appearance of motionless rigidity, as though a well-dressed corpse had been rolled over on its face. I at once recognised it as the body of the major, whom I supposed to have fallen dead where he lay. "Good heavens! Clayley, look here!" cried I; "poor Blossom's killed!"
They've hung there for tin years both of thim; and this nate little flask's the first raal binifit I iver resaved from ayther of them. Thry it, Captin. It'll do yez good." I took the bottle and drank. It was the chingarito a bad species of aguardiente from the wild aloe and hot as fire. A mouthful sufficed. I handed the flask to Clayley, who drank more freely.
A cheer rose from the men, who had watched with interest his efforts to escape, and who now welcomed him as if he had been one of themselves. "Two months' pay for your horse, Major!" cried Clayley. "Och, the bewtiful baste! He's worth the full of his skin in goold! By my sowl! the capten ought to have 'im," ejaculated Chane; and various other encomiums were uttered in honour of Hercules.
I did not perceive that." "A strange oversight," muttered Clayley, with a significant glance. The Frenchman returned the imperfect foil, and took another. "Have you a choice, monsieur?" I inquired. "No, thank you; I am satisfied." By this time every person in the rendezvous had come up, and waited with breathless anxiety.
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