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Updated: June 28, 2025
While the guerilleros were occupied with Chane and his saints, I observed the boy roll himself over and over, until he lay close up against the hunter. One of the guerilleros, noticing this, picked Jack up by the waistbelt, and, holding him at arm's length, shouted out: "Mira, camarados! qui briboncito!"
In an instant a dozen knives and swords were aimed at the hunter's throat. Sweeping his rifle around him, he cleared an opening, and, dashing past his foes with a wild yell, bounded off through the shrubbery. The guerilleros followed, screaming with rage; and we could hear an occasional shot, as they continued the pursuit into the distant woods.
We could see nothing of their movements, as we were tightly bound, and as helpless as if under the influence of nightmare. As we lay, Lincoln was a little in front of me. I could perceive that they had doubly bound him in consequence of the fierce resistance he had made. He had killed one of the guerilleros.
At length he threw up his arms with a gesture of surprise, calling out at the same time: "Por todos santos! se fue!" "Hurrah!" cried Chane; "holies! such a gossoon as that boy!" Several of the guerilleros dived into the thicket; but their search was in vain. We were now separated, so that we could no longer converse, and were more strictly watched, two sentries standing over each of us.
"But where are the guerilleros?" asked I, looking around, my brain still somewhat confused. "Yander they are, keepin' safe out o' range o' this long gun. Just listen to 'em! what a hillerballoo!" The Mexican horsemen were galloping out on the prairie, their arms glistening under the clear moonlight.
"By the Virgin!" said one of the guerilleros, laughing, "he must have been a snake of good taste, to be caught toying around that dainty daughter of the old Spaniard! Now, if the Yankee's bullet ." We could hear no more, as the voices died away in the distance and under the sound of the water.
"I know it," answered the major, in a frightened voice. "Curse the tree! it's hardly big enough to cover a squirrel;" and he squatted closer to the earth, pressing his arms tighter against his sides. His whole attitude was so ludicrous that Clayley burst into a second yell of laughter. At this moment a wild shout was heard from the guerilleros.
A cloud of dust was visible at the debouchement of the Medellin road. It appeared to hang over a small body of troops upon the march. The sun was just setting, and, as the cloud lay towards the west, I could distinguish the sparkling of bright objects through its dun volume. The guerilleros had reined up their horses, and were eagerly gazing towards the same point.
The guerilleros galloped back; and the artillerists, wheeling the six-pounder, dragged it after, and took up a new position about three hundred yards farther to the rear. A second shot from the piece again tore through the pickets, striking one of our men, and killing him instantly. "Aim at the artillerists, Sergeant. We have nothing to fear from the others." Lincoln fired again.
As we were watching this horrid spectacle, several of the guerilleros galloped after, while half a dozen others were observed spurring their steeds towards the rear of the corral. On looking in this direction we perceived a huge red horse, with an empty saddle, scouring at full speed across the prairie. A single glance showed us that this horse was Hercules. "Good heavens! the Major!"
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