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A ring of brightening faces was around me while I uttered these cheering words; and Don Cosme, grasping me by the hand, entreated me to proceed. "This Spanish ship," I continued, "is still allowed to keep up a communication with the town. You should proceed aboard at once, and by the assistance of this friend you may bring away your son before the bombardment commences.
The confession rendered her sacred in my eyes, and we sat for some time silent, enjoying that transport only known to those who have truly, purely loved. The trampling of hoofs! It was Clayley at the head of the troop. They were mounted, and waiting for me. Don Cosme was impatient; so was the Dona Joaquina. I could not blame them, knowing the cause. "Ride forward! I shall follow presently."
I could not help the coldness of my manner, and I could perceive that with her it did not pass unobserved. We sat down to the breakfast-table; but my heart was full of bitterness, and I scarcely touched the delicate viands that were placed before me. "You do not eat, Captain. I hope you are well?" said Don Cosme, observing my strange and somewhat rude demeanour.
He began to see his duty in the same light that I did, and opened the door, though he did not look as if it gave him special pleasure to do so. The gun was carried to the belfry and put together. We were not more than two or three hundred yards from San Cosme. The shots from our little gun dropped in upon the enemy and created great confusion.
I sprang forward to the side of Raoul and called out: "Acercate! acercate!" A figure moved out of the bushes, and approached. "Esta el Capitan?" I recognised the guide given me by Don Cosme. The Mexican approached, and handed me a small piece of paper. I rode into an opening, and held it up to the moonlight; but the writing was in pencil, and I could not make out a single letter.
Towards the San Cosme Gate several of the younger officers, a lieutenant by name Ulysses Grant amongst the foremost, followed the enemy with such men as they could collect, and Jackson's guns were soon abreast of the fighting line. His teams had been destroyed by the fire of the Mexican batteries. Those of his waggons, posted further to the rear, had partially escaped.
From far away up the mountain-side came the fierce baying of the dog pack. Cosme pulled himself together and stood up. His face had an ignorant, baffled look, the look of an unskilled and simple mind caught in a web. "I reckon she she isn't coming down," he said slowly, without lifting his eyes from the floor. "I reckon I'll be going. I won't wait."
"Puchero, Senor Coronel?" "Thank you, sir," grunted the major, and tried the puchero. "Allow me to help you to a spoonful of mole." "With pleasure, Don Cosme." The mole suddenly disappeared down the major's capacious throat. "Try some of this chile relleno." "By all means," answered the major. "Ah, by Jove! hot as fire! whew!" "Pica!
They caught him at Queretaro, and shot him with a dozen or so of his `beauties' in less than a squirrel's jump. "And now, my dear Haller, a last word. We all want you to come back. The house at Jalapa is ready for you, and Dona Joaquina says it is yours, and she wants you to come back. "Don Cosme, too with whom it appears Lupe was the favourite he wants you to come back.
At the point where both road and aqueduct turn at right angles from north to east, there was not only one of these parapets supplied by one gun and infantry supports, but the houses to the north of the San Cosme road, facing south and commanding a view of the road back to Chapultepec, were covered with infantry, protected by parapets made of sandbags.
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