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The unfortunate Mediana fell to the ground, vomiting forth torrents of blood. A smile relaxed Cuchillo's lips: Don Antonio had carried out of the world the secret which he dreaded. An instant of stupor succeeded to the murder so suddenly accomplished. Don Antonio did not stir; Fabian seemed to forget that the bandit had only hastened the execution of the sentence which he himself had pronounced.
"Carramba! notwithstanding my well-known scruples, it is a good price, therefore I shall not hesitate; and if at the same time there is any other little favour you require of me, do not distress yourself it shall be done cheaply." That which has been previously said explains Cuchillo's unexpected appearance.
A bold thought was in Cuchillo's mind, but the executions of this project was yet to lead him to a fearful punishment, which he well deserved. We cannot, however, speak of this at present. A man, as we have said, had arrived at the Indian camp with news.
At the words "false alarm," a smile played over Cuchillo's features. "However," added Don Estevan, "let every one saddle his horse and be prepared." Then he returned to his tent, making a sign to Diaz to accompany him. "That means, friend Baraja," said Benito, "that if the orders are given to light the fires, we are sure to be attacked at night too; it is terrible."
Cuchillo's story was brief: in reconnoitring the places towards which the expedition should advance, he had gone further than was prudent. Diaz interrupted him. "I had taken such precautions to deceive the Indians by false tracks," said he, "I had so misled them, that you must have quitted the line of march and gone from right to left."
Tiburcio appeared to take no notice of Cuchillo's last reflection, and perhaps his discretion proved the saving of his life: for had the outlaw been made sure that he was in possession of the secret of the Golden Valley, it is not likely he would have made any further efforts to save him, but the reverse.
The two inebriates ate of the fruit according to Cuchillo's direction; and in a minute or two their heads were cleared of the fumes of the mezcal as if by enchantment. "Now to business!" cried Cuchillo, without listening to the apologies his comrades were disposed to make "to business!
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