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Soon it does drop, for Hamersley, following in close pursuit, delivers a second shot from the revolver. The bullet hits the extended sword arm; the naked blade whirls out, and falls with a ring upon the meadow turf. Uraga rides on without looking back. He has not even courage to turn his face towards his antagonist.
Staggering on till he has reached it, Hamersley drops down on its eastern side, where its friendly shadow gives him protection from the sun, fervid, though setting; while that of Walt Wilder is still projected to its full length upon the plain.
"I'll chance it," said Walt, and almost simultaneous with his words was heard the bump of his heavy body alighting on the litter below. "You may jump without fear, Frank. 'Taint over six feet in the clar." Hamersley obeyed, and soon both stood at the bottom of the chimney on the hearthstone where the stalks of the creosote still smouldered.
I shall bring the doctor at once. Now that you are awake it is necessary he should see you." Without waiting for a reply, she glides out of the room, Conchita having gone before. Hamersley lies pondering on what he has seen and heard, more especially on what he has overheard that sweet soliloquy. Few men are insensible to flattery. And flattery from fair lips!
Were Frank Hamersley and Walt Wilder, keeping watch on the summit of the mound, possessed of second sight, they would not think of remaining there throughout all the night not for an hour nay, not so much as a minute, for they would be aware that within less than ten miles of them is a party of men with friendly hearts and strong arms, both at their disposal for the very purpose they now need such.
Hamersley had not yet spoken a word to explain what had occurred to cause it. He had suddenly left off chipping the rock, and was at rest, apparently in contemplation of the soft silvery ray that was playing so benignly upon his features. Was it the pleasure of once more beholding what he lately thought he might never see again the light of day?
Only a few of the latter, till Hamersley, withdrawing himself from the arms that softly entwine him, tells of his intention to part. "For what purpose?" is the interrogatory, asked in tremulous accents, and with eyes that speak painful surprise. "To redress my wrongs and yours, Adela," is the response firmly spoken. "Santissima!" she exclaims, seeing her lover prepare to spring into the saddle.
"It is," mutters Hamersley, in a tone that tells of affliction too deep for speech. Before his mind is a fearful forecast. Don Valerian a prisoner to Uraga and his ruffians Don Prospero, too; both to be dragged back to Albuquerque and cast into a military prison. Perhaps worse still tried by court-martial soon as captured, and shot as soon as tried. Nor is this the direst of his previsions.
Walt Wilder in words signifies assent to it, and Hamersley, with, some reluctance, is at length constrained to do the same. It is resolved to remain two hours longer in the valley, and then start for the upper plain. That will give time to recruit their horses on the nutritious gramma grass, as themselves on the game they have killed before entering the canon.
The last files, having cleared the gap, are formed into a more compact order; when, the bugle again sounding "Forward," the march is resumed, the troop striking off over the plain in the direction whence it came. Carefully as ever, Hamersley and the Texan keep to their place of concealment. They dare not do otherwise.
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