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Updated: June 20, 2025
Unshakable in his notions of chivalric honour, Pedro Diaz resolved to die with the chief, whose life he believed to be so precious to his country. He consulted Don Estevan by a look. "Return to the camp," said the latter; "abandon to his fate a man henceforth useless to your cause, and come back to avenge my death."
"Ah! just as I expected," answered Don Estevan; "it is the human heart. I knew you would make some objection of this kind, but I thought you were more a man of the world than to trouble yourself about the past with such a splendid fortune before you. Ah! my poor Despilfarro," added the Spaniard, with a laugh, "I thought you were more advanced."
The department of civil engineering, of course, went easily enough; there were plenty of precedents for it, and the admirable professor first elected was, at his death, succeeded by another who most vigorously and wisely developed it: Estevan Fuertes, drawn from the most attractive surroundings in the island of Porto Rico to the United States by a deep love of science, and retained here during the rest of his life by a love, no less sincere, for American liberty a rare combination of the virtues and capabilities of the Latin races with the best results of an American environment.
"Yes, we are scarcely six leagues distant." "And do you know what is below that mass of fog which crowns their top?" "No," replied the Mexican. Don Estevan cast upon Diaz a look which seemed as if meant to penetrate his soul, at the moment of revealing a secret until then so carefully kept.
"Senor cavalier," said the major-domo, courteously addressing him, "it is not to gratify an idle curiosity that I now address you; but the master whom I serve feels a natural anxiety at the disappearance of a friend, whose death he would greatly deplore. What do you know of Don Estevan de Arechiza?" "Many things. But, pray what is the name of the master of whom you speak?"
Furthermore, he loves your daughter!" "Is that all? Why, I was aware of these facts already!" "Yes, but your daughter loves him perhaps you were not aware of that fact?" Don Estevan here detailed the events that had just transpired, and which proved that the passion of the young gambusino was reciprocated by Rosarita. "Well!" calmly rejoined Don Augustin; "so much the worse for the Senator!"
"Say to our men that it is necessary for us to reconnoitre the environs of the camp, and tell the sentinels to keep strict watch until our return, and then we shall proceed towards the valley." "Cuchillo must certainly be there, and we shall catch him either going or returning." "We shall find him in the valley," said Don Estevan.
This rumour, hitherto only conjecture, proved to be correct; for at one of the dinners given by the hospitable Spaniard, he announced to his guests that in three days he intended to start for Tubac. During the progress of this same dinner, a messenger was introduced into the dining-room, who handed to Don Estevan a letter, an answer to which he awaited.
"It is strange that the Indians should have found our trail again?" said Don Estevan, interrogatively. "Very strange," replied Diaz, and without saying another word, both descended from the eminence, on which they stood.
Don Estevan steadied himself and raised his piece, undecided for a moment whether to aim at Fabian or at Pepe; but Bois-Rose was watching, and a bullet from his rifle broke the weapon of the chief in his hands, just where the barrel joins the stock, and Don Estevan himself, losing his balance, fell forward on the sand.
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