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Updated: June 18, 2025
The sisters clung alternately to their mother and Don Cosme, weeping and crying aloud, "Pobre Narcisso! nuestro hermanito le asesinaran!" In the midst of this distressing scene the door of the drawing-room was thrown suddenly open, and a servant rushed in, shouting in an agitated voice, "El norte! el norte!" "The Norther."
"Quien?" I asked. "Yo, Capitan." I recognised the voice that had addressed me in the morning. It is Narcisso. "Can you place your hands in the aperture?" said he. "No; they are tied behind my back." "Can you bring them opposite, then?" "No; I am standing on my toes, and my wrists are still far below the sill." "Are your comrades all similarly bound?" "All."
I exclaimed, grasping the glittering object which the hunter held towards me; "what have you done?" It was a silver-handled stiletto. I recognised the weapon. I had given it to the boy Narcisso. "No harm, I reckin, Cap'n?" "The man the Mexican? How did he look? what like?" I demanded anxiously. "Like?" repeated the hunter.
Carambo! if I had known that!" "But how came you, Narcisso, to be with the guerilla?" "Oh! papa had many things to carry up the country; and he, with some other families, paid Colonel Cenobio for an escort the country is so full of robbers." "Ah! sure. Tell me, Narcisso, how came I by this?" I held out the dagger. "I know not, Captain.
"We are near the house will you still make the attempt to take him along?" inquired Raoul, referring to the boy Narcisso. "By all means! Show me the place," replied I, half-ashamed at having almost forgotten, in the midst of our own perils, the object of our enterprise. Raoul pointed to a large house with portals and a great door in the centre. "There, Captain there it is."
It is not language at least, not the language of words; for we are conversing upon indifferent things not indifferent, either. Narcisso, Narcisso a theme fraternal. His peril casts a cloud over our happiness. "Oh! that he were here then we could be happy indeed." "He will return; fear not grieve not; to-morrow your father will easily find him.
My comrades, who had now become apprised of Lincoln's proximity, had risen to their feet and were leaning against the walls. We were about half an hour in this situation, without exchanging a word, when a light tap was heard from without, and a soft voice whispered: "Hola, Capitan!" I placed my ear to the aperture. The whisper was repeated. It was not Lincoln that was clear. It must be Narcisso.
I muttered, half in soliloquy, for the same thought had occurred to myself. "I saw the boy, Captain," said Raoul; "I saw him crossing when they opened the door." "The boy! what boy?" I asked. "The same we brought out of the town." "Ha! Narcisso! you saw him?" "Yes; and, if I'm not mistaken, the white mule that the old gentleman rode to camp.
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