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Updated: June 28, 2025
"It's beyond her carry, Cap'n," said Lincoln, bringing the butt of his piece to the ground, with an expression of reluctant conviction. "Try one more shot. If it fail, we can reserve the other for closer work. Aim high!" This resulted as the two preceding ones; and a voice from the guerilleros was heard exclaiming: "Yankees bobos! mas adelante!"
It seemed to have a like effect upon this motley group of guerilleros. The chief continued "It is not likely that you will have much fighting. Our dangers will be those of the desert; but we will endeavour to provide against them in the best manner possible.
At that distance from us the woods began; but could we reach them before our pursuers would overtake us? Had the guerilleros all gone off by the ford we should have returned to the creek bottom, but a party remained below, and we were cut off from our former hiding-place. We must therefore strike for the woods.
Along the crest of the hill a hundred horsemen were dashing after us in full gallop, and the next moment their vengeful screams were ringing in our ears. "Now, do yer best, boys!" cried Lincoln, "an' I'll stop the cavortin' of that 'ere foremost feller afore he gits much furrer." We trailed our bodies on, but we could hear the guerilleros fast closing upon us.
"No doubt in former days they have put many a solitary traveller to sleep in the archbishop's bed." "There was also a gipsy girl there," said Byrne feebly from the improvised litter on which he was being carried to the coast by a squad of guerilleros. "It was she who winched up that infernal machine, and it was she too who lowered it that night," was the answer. "But why? Why?" exclaimed Byrne.
"They ain't as good as thar own dogs," continued the hunter, turning away from the cliff. "If we hed a lot of loose rocks, Cap'n, we mout keep them down thar till doomsday." A movement was now visible among the guerilleros. About one-half of the party were seen to mount their horses and gallop off up the creek. "They're gone round by the ford," said Raoul: "it's not over a mile and a half.
A cheer from my men attracted their attention; and the leader of the dragoons, seeing that the guerilleros had got far out of reach, wheeled his column to the right and came galloping down. "Is that Colonel Rawley?" inquired I, recognising a dragoon officer. "Why, bless my soul!" exclaimed he, "how did you get out? We heard you were jugged. All alive yet?" "We have lost two," I replied.
A moment after, the manoeuvre was repeated with a similar result, and I could hear the hunter gritting his teeth. "The cowardly skunks!" muttered he; "they keep a-gwine like a bull's tail in fly-time." In fact, every time Lincoln brought his piece to a level, the guerilleros ducked, until not a head could be seen.
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