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Updated: May 19, 2025
Even the ex-herdsman himself was silent, and appeared to reflect what had best be done to avoid the danger. At this instant the voice of Don Estevan broke the temporary silence that reigned within the camp. "Get your weapons ready!" shouted he.
In the midst of greatest perils there is something consolatory in the sound of a man's voice something which makes the danger appear less; and as if struck by this idea, some one asked Benito to continue the narrative of his adventures. "I have told you then," resumed the ex-herdsman, "that I saw the tiger springing after my horse, and that in the chase both disappeared from my sight.
"Human creatures!" answered the ex-herdsman. "American hunters from the north." "Trappers do you mean?" "Precisely. There are no people in these parts likely to be so fearless of the jaguar, and I am pretty sure that what appears to be the call of the prairie wolf is nothing else than a signal uttered by a brace of trappers.
We shall be likely to get there before these gentlemen, whose horses have taken a fancy to have a bit of a gallop, and I guess it will be some time before they lay hands on them again." "Don't be uneasy about us!" rejoined the ex-herdsman. "It's not the first time I've seen a horse drove stampedoed, nor the first time I've collected them again.
The eyes of one and all of them were anxiously bent upon the heap of dried sticks that still remained by the fire, and which appeared scarcely sufficient to last for another hour. But there was something so earnest in the tone of the ex-herdsman, despite the jesting way in which he spoke, that told he was serious in what he had said.
"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.
"I join you in the prayer," said the ex-herdsman: "but I cannot help remarking, how imprudent in our chief to permit the fire. The smoke has been rising all day like a column. In an atmosphere like this it may be seen for leagues off!"
"The prairie wolf to howl in the presence of the tiger!" muttered the ex-herdsman. "Carramba! there's something strange about that." "But I have heard it said," rejoined Tiburcio, "that it is the habit of the prairie wolf to follow the jaguar when the latter is in search of prey?"
"Why, in that case," coolly added Benito, "the tiger would undoubtedly show his gallantry to his female by killing a pair of us." "Carramba!" fervently exclaimed Baraja. "I pray the Lord that this tiger may be a bachelor," and as he said this he flung a fresh armful of fagots on the fire. "Gently, amigo! gently," interrupted the ex-herdsman, lifting off some of the sticks again.
"For safety I stole away from the dangerous proximity; but returning after daylight, I found only the half-stripped skeleton of a horse that had carried me for many a long year. "And now, amigo," continued the ex-herdsman, turning to the man who had first spoken, "do you still think that the jaguar attacks only foals?"
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