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"Ill luck it is," he continues, after completing his reconnaissance. "Satan's own luck our coming upon this. A whole country covered with traps! Well, it won't help us any making a mouth about it; and I think our best way will be to strike straight across." "I think so too," says Cypriano, impatient to proceed. "Let us on into it, then. But, hijos mios; have a care how you go.
Cypriano, too, appears to take an interest in the subject of discourse; and to encourage it the gaucho rejoins, in gleeful tones: "Well, Senor Ludwig; I don't know much about those far-away countries you speak of, for I've not had any great deal of schooling. But I do know, that algarobia beans are not such bad eating; that is if properly prepared for it.
Cypriano assisted us in making a more satisfactory arrangement with the ferrymen than parting with my blanket; and as soon as we reached the opposite bank we were in the territory of the Bangala, who are subjects of the Portuguese, and often spoken of as the Cassanges or Cassantse; and happily all our difficulties with the border tribes were at an end.
If 'twere a matter of wading we might; but, as I can see, all along yonder edge it's just as deep as in mid-stream; and failing to get out, we'd have to keep on plunging about, possibly in the end to go under. Carramba! we mustn't attempt to make a crossing here." "Where then?" demands Cypriano, in torture at this fresh delay, which may last he knows not how long.
Gaspar repeats the word in like accent of astonishment. Cypriano once more vociferating, "Right! to the right!" But, although Ludwig must have heard them both, to neither gives he ear, nor pays the slightest attention to the directions called out to him. Instead, he still holds on in the new course, which he seems to have chosen for himself. Has his horse shied, and escaped from his control?
In the morning I walked through the beautiful shady alleys of the forest, which were waterpaths in June when we touched here in ascending the river to the house of Inspector Cypriano. After an infinite deal of trouble, I succeeded in persuading him to furnish me with another Indian.
Instead, we'd have to lie awake, and on the alert." "Why can't we wall it up with those stones?" Cypriano thus interrogates, pointing to some scattered boulders lying about the cave large blocks that have broken off from its roof, and fallen upon the floor.
And so is she, or, to speak more correctly, a girl; her sex and age revealed to them, as at a certain point she steps to the off side of the path, and the moonlight falling upon her, exposes to their view a face beautiful as youthful. Gaspar and Cypriano both recognise the face, but say nothing.
He's sure to have found them. Don't you think so, Cypriano?" "Oh! yes," mechanically rejoins the cousin, in his heart far from thinking it so, but the reverse. "Wherever they've gone he'll get upon their tracks; and as Gaspar can follow tracks, be they ever so slight, he'll have no difficulty with those of uncle's horse."
"Accounts for what?" demands Cypriano, who has overheard him. "The return tracks we saw on the other side of the camp ground. I mean the freshest of them, that went over the ford of the stream. Whoever rode that horse, whether red or white man, has parted from the Indians at their camping-place, no doubt after staying all night with them.
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