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At first it seemed to Hamersley the act of another enemy; but in a moment he knew it to be the behaviour of a friend at least a pacificator bent upon seeing fair play. "You are wrong, Captain Uraga," interposed he who had intermeddled, addressing himself to the officer. "This gentleman is a stranger in the country, and not acquainted with our customs."
His reticence has been due to an injunction of the doctor, who, still under some anxiety about the recovery of his patient, forbade imparting to him particulars that might have an injurious effect on his nervous system, sadly debilitated by the shock it has received. Don Prospero is an acute observer. He perceives the growing interest which Hamersley takes in the sister of his host.
We kin foller, and trust to some chance o' bein' able to git 'em out o' the clutches o' the scoundrels." Swayed by his comrade's counsel, somewhat tranquillised by it, Hamersley resigns himself to stay as they are. Calmer reflection convinces him there is no help for it. The alternative, for an instant entertained, would be to rush recklessly on death, going into its very jaws.
I have given you some hints about the character of Gil Uraga. I have not told you all. He is worse than you can even imagine. I know him well. Do you see that little house, out yonder on the other side of the river?" Hamersley nodded assent. "In that hovel he was born. His father was what we call a pelado a poor devil, with scarce a coat to his back. Himself the same, but something worse.
In the present case there is this number, none of the pairs strangers to the other two, but all three, by mutual agreement and understanding, to take Hymen's oath at the same time. Foremost and first to put the ring on his bride's finger is Frank Hamersley. She who holds out her hand to receive it is Adela Miranda. Of the couple coming next, the bridegroom is known to the reader.
They've got holt of our corn afore this; and won't be so sharp in lookin' arter us." "Agreed," said Hamersley. Without further delay the two scrambled out through the aperture, and, creeping along the ledge, once more stood in the hollow of the ravine, at the point of its separation into the forks that had perplexed them in their ascent. Perhaps, after all, they had chosen the right one.
If they come after you keep on, and leave me." "Niver, Frank Hamersley, niver! Walt Wilder ain't the man to sep'rate from a kumrade, and leave him in a fix that way. If ye must pull up, so do this child. An' I see ye must; thar's no behelp for it." "I cannot go a step farther." "Enuf! But don't let's stan' to be seen miles off. Squat's the word. Down on yer belly, like a toad under a harrer.
So open yur head, ole hoss, and let's have it." Brief and graphic as is Cully's narrative, it takes Walt still less time to put his former associates in possession of what has happened to himself and Hamersley, whom he introduces to them as the companion of his perilous adventures the second of the two believed to have been buried alive!
"What I intended," responds Hamersley, assuming a curious air; "first make him confess tell all he knows. When we've got his story out of him we can settle that next." The confession is not very difficult to extract. With Wilder's bowie-knife gleaming before his eyes, its blade within six inches of his breast, the wretch reveals all that has passed since the moment of his first meditating treason.
It was but a despairing sort of search, again like two drowning men who clutch at a straw. All at once an exclamation from the guide called his companion to his side. It was accompanied by a gesture, and followed by words low muttered. "Look hyar, Frank! Look at this hole! Let's git into it!" As Hamersley came close he perceived a dark cavity among the stones, to which Wilder was pointing.
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