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Cuchillo was thus pursuing his investigation with a twofold object, sounding Tiburcio about the secret, while at the same time trying to attach him to the expedition by the hope of gain. But cunning as was the outlaw, he had to do with a party that was no simpleton. Tiburcio prudently remained silent.
After having followed Don Estevan, at the invitation of the latter, inside the hovel, Cuchillo closed behind him the wattle of bamboos that served as a door. He did this with great care as if he feared that the least noise should be heard without and then he stood waiting for the Spaniard to initiate the conversation.
And you have seen this Golden Valley you say with your own eyes?" "I have seen it without the power of touching it. I have seen it grinding my teeth as I looked upon it, like the damned in hell who get a glimpse of Paradise." As Cuchillo spoke, his countenance betrayed beyond doubt the anguish he felt, at his cupidity having been balked.
"And this Arellanos do you think, he has not revealed this secret to any one besides yourself?" "You must know," replied Cuchillo, "that it is a custom of the gambusinos, before starting upon any expedition, to swear before the Holy Evangelists not to reveal the bonanzas they may find without the consent of their associates.
"An enormous sum! it was but a very fair price, and at any rate I should have lost it," cried Cuchillo, recovering all his habitual impudence of manner, on seeing the change that had taken place in the conduct and tone of the ex-carabinier.
"Who are you, sir?" demanded Don Estevan, in a haughty tone. "A hunter as you see." "Hunter, of what?" "My comrade and I trap the beaver, hunt the wolf, the tiger or an Indian, if need be." "Heaven has sent you then to deliver us from these fierce animals," said Cuchillo, showing himself in front.
Cuchillo was, in truth, one of those gentlemen who have the ill luck to give to whatever name they bear a prompt celebrity; and for this reason he had changed his more than once. "Senor Senator," said Arechiza, turning toward his compagnon de voyage, "this place does not appear very suitable for our noon siesta?"
The careful cutting, however, went for nothing; and once more the sum he had staked was swept into the pocket of his adversary. All at once Cuchillo flew off into a passion, scattering his hand of cards over the table. "Who the devil wants your music?" cried he to Oroche in a furious tone, "and I myself, fool that I am, to play in this fashion only credit when I win, and cash whenever I lose."
"There, now! what curiosity!" answered Cuchillo, with a forced smile, "still, since you are so eager to know it is it is about six weeks since I became his master; you may have seen me with him, perhaps?"
The men themselves sought out the thickest shade to protect them from the fervid rays of the sun, and for a while both observed a complete silence. Baraja was the first to resume the conversation. "You may laugh at me, Senor Cuchillo," said he, fanning himself with his felt hat, "but to say the truth the time appears very long to me when I am not playing."
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