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"The secret of another!" cried the young man in a voice hoarse with astonishment. "Yes, a secret which belongs only to Don Estevan. I know it " Tiburcio at once fell from the summit of his dreams.
Don Estevan pointed to the fog which hid the tops of the mountains in the horizon. "The neighbourhood of those mountains," said he, "might explain the absence of Cuchillo." Then, with a changed tone, "Are our men still of the same mind." "Yes, Senor, and have more confidence than ever, in the chief who watches while they sleep, and fights like the humblest of them."
It was a moment before she could control her voice. "I have heard them call you Estada," she said finally, determined to learn the whole truth. "Of what rank in this company are you?" "I am Pedro Estada, formerly the first officer, now, by occasion of Captain Sanchez's wound, in full command. These are two of my officers Senor Gates, one of your own countrymen, and Manuel Estevan."
"I suppose," said Arechiza, breaking silence, "that you have a thousand reasons why I should know you by no other than your present name. I, with motives very different from yours, no doubt, desire to be here nothing more than Don Estevan Arechiza. Now!
To conclude his bargain with him he had been forced to give such a precise account of the situation of the valley that Don Estevan could scarcely miss the right road. After Cuchillo, followed by his horse, had glided out from the camp he had ridden straight towards the mountains, and cupidity, the most blinding of passions, had closed his eyes to the danger of his plan.
Don Estevan escapes my vengeance, and the gold that I believe would be mine escapes me also, for it is surrounded by soldiers. What matters? have I not still, if I should become ambitious, the name and fortunes of my forefathers to reclaim? Are there not in Spain tribunals which dispense justice to all? God will do the rest, but I will not madly expose two noble lives.
"Yes or rather that Don Estevan knows of the existence of the placer; but not where it is, or the road that leads to it. This is only known to Cuchillo, whose death would therefore be an irreparable loss to all of us." "Bah!" replied the ex-herdsman, with a shake of the head; "Cuchillo's face is one that could never deceive an experienced eye.
"This shows you, Senor," said he, "that we are in the right path, and that the coming day will bring us into the presence of the traitor." "It shall then be his last treason," said Don Estevan; and they now rode silently on with the certainty that Cuchillo was before them. Strange chain of coincidences!
After a lapse of time, Cuchillo was heard knocking softly at his door; and as soon as it was opened, the hired assassin stepped in. His confused looks caused Don Estevan to tremble. Was the deed already done? He wished it, yet feared to ask the question. Cuchillo relieved him from his embarrassment by speaking first. "My twenty onzas are gone to the devil!" said he, in a lugubrious tone.
Pizarro with his squadron having, towards the latter end of February, run the length of Cape Horn, he then stood to the westward in order to double it; but in the night of the last day of February, OS. while, with this view, they were turned to windward the Guipuscoa, the Hermiona, and the Esperanza were separated from the Admiral. Estevan.
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