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"Ay," muttered Lincoln, finishing the sentence; "if the Yankee's bullet hadn't been needed for the varmint, some o' yer wudn't a' been waggin' yer clappers as ye air." "It was you, then?" I asked, turning to the hunter. "'Twur, Cap'n; but for the cussed catawampus, I 'ud 'a gin Mister Dubrosc his ticket.
Dubrosc alone, in his impetuosity, galloped close up to the inclosure; and it was only on perceiving himself alone, and the folly of exposing himself thus fruitlessly, that he wheeled round and followed the Mexicans. The latter were now out upon the prairie, beyond the range of small-arms, grouped around their wounded comrades, or galloping to and fro, with yells of disappointed vengeance.
"Ten strike, set 'em up!" exclaimed a soldier. "Missed the skunk!" cried Lincoln, gritting his teeth as the horseman was seen to struggle from under the fallen animal. Rising to his feet, Dubrosc sprang out to the front, and shook his fist in the air with a shout of defiance.
They were her features; "and yet," thought I, "the painter has not flattered her; it might better represent her ten years hence: still, the likeness is there. Stupid artist!" I turned to the other. "Her fair sister, no doubt. Gracious heaven! Do my eyes deceive me? No, the black wavy hair the arching brows the sinister lip Dubrosc!" A sharp pang shot through my heart.
A fierce yell announced the exultation of the guerilleros. Dubrosc was sitting on his powerful mustang, facing the corral, and watching the effects of the shot. "If he wur only 'ithin range ov my own rifle!" muttered Lincoln, as he glanced along the sights of the strange piece. The crack soon followed the black horse reared, staggered, and fell back on his rider.
"I think, Lieutenant," replied Raoul, "Monsieur Dubrosc has been here before." "Ha! say you so?" I inquired, with a feeling of anxiety. "I remember, Captain, some story current at Vera Cruz, about a Creole having married or run away with a girl of good family there.
Some of the soldiers who had "rifled" the body of Dubrosc found a paper upon him which proved that the Frenchman was a spy in the service of Santa Anna. He had thrown himself into the company at New Orleans with the intention of gaining information, and then deserting on his arrival at Mexico. This he succeeded in doing in the manner detailed.
"Him thet's on the black, makin' such a dot-rotted muss." I recognised the horse and figure of Dubrosc. "Certainly, by all means," said I, with a strange feeling at my heart as I gave the order. But before Lincoln could reload, one of the Mexicans, apparently an officer, had snatched up the burning fuse, and, running up, applied it to the touch. "On your faces, men!"
The insinuation sent the blood in a hot stream through my veins. It appeared to have a similar effect upon the woman; for, starting from her seat, she looked towards Dubrosc, her eyes flashing like globes of fire. "Yes!" she exclaimed; "and if you dare whisper your polluting thoughts to either of them, lawless as is this land, you know that I still possess the power to punish you.
We reined up, eyeing each other with impatient vengeance; but the bullets of my men began to whistle from the pickets; and Dubrosc, with a threatening gesture, wheeled his horse and galloped off to his comrades. They had retired beyond range, and were halted in groups upon the prairie, chafing with disappointment and rage. The whole skirmish did not occupy two minutes.
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