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As already stated, the Wacoes and Panes were sworn foes; and as soon as the former should hear that the latter were in the neighbourhood, Carlos felt sure they would go in pursuit of them. He would share in this pursuit with his little band, and, in the event of the Panes being defeated, might get back his mulada.
At the crossing of a stream Carlos could detect the prints of moccasins in the sand. There were still some of the party afoot then, though, no doubt, the stolen mulada had mounted a good many. Carlos rode on with more caution than ever. He was half-way to the Waco village, and still the Pane trail led in that direction. Surely these could not have passed without finding it?
It lay near the spot where the mulada had been picketed. It was a darkish object in a recumbent position. Was it bushes or gorse? No. It could not be that. Its outlines were different. It was more like some animal lying down perhaps a large wolf? It was near the place where they had fancied that they saw something in the darkness, and at which Carlos had fired.
Antonio had grown very sleepy. His hard riding after the buffalo had wearied him; and he was doing his best to keep awake for the last half-hour of his vigil, when a snort reached his ears from the direction of the mulada. This brought him to himself. He placed his ear to the ground and listened. Another snort louder than the first came from the mulada another and another quick in succession!
The packs were opened, the goods were set forth, and the whole day was spent in continuous trading. The cibolero found his customers perfectly honest; and when night came, and they took their departure, not a single item of Carlos' stock remained on his hands. In its place, however, a handsome mulada of no less than thirty mules was seen picketed in the bottom of the little valley.
His old mother, too she should drink tea, coffee, or chocolate, which she preferred no more atole for her! The rancho was rude and old it should come down, and another and better one go up in its place no it would serve as a stable for the horse, and the new rancho should be built beside it. In fact, the sale of his mulada would enable him to buy a good strip of land, and stock it well too.
And what a surprise he had for them in another way! His wonderful luck! The superb mulada and cargo, quite a little fortune indeed! Rosita should have a new dress, not a coarse woollen nagua, but one of silk, real foreign silk, and a manta, and the prettiest pair of satin slippers she should wear fine stockings on future fiesta days she should be worthy of his friend Don Juan.
Whether it was because the animal he bestrode was French, or whether something in Pouchskin's voice had sounded ill in their ears, it is not possible to say, but all, at once the whole Spanish mulada was perceived to be in motion each individual mule rushing towards Pouchskin with pricked ears, open mouth, and tail elevated in the air!
The French jennet, however, had still to sustain the attack of the infuriated mules; but, now that it was relieved from the encumbrance of its heavy rider, it gained fresh confidence in its long legs; and making a dash through the midst of the mulada, it struck off up the mountain-path, and galloped clear out of sight.
Don Cosme promised to follow the hint with alacrity, and we prepared to take our departure from the rancho. "I will give you a guide, Senor Capitan; you will find my people with the mulada. Please compel them to lasso the cattle for you. You will obtain what you want in the corral. Adios, Senores!" "Farewell, Don Cosme!" "A dios, Capitan! adios! adios!"
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