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"Pedrillo," directs the Colonel, "catch a couple of the best roadsters in the corral one for yourself, the other for Jose. Have them saddled, and get yourselves ready for a journey of two weeks, or so. Make all haste with your preparations. When ready, come here, and report yourself."
As I could do nothing there, I hastened here to tell you what happened. Pobre Pedrillito!" The cloud already darkening Uraga's brow grows darker as he listens to the explanation. It has nothing to do with the death of Pedrillo, or compassion for his fate upon which he scarce spends a thought but whether there has been a miscarriage of that message of which the drowned man was the bearer.
They were in too great distress about the death of their chief, and the chastisement they had received. They were in fear that the Tejanos would pursue them to their town; and were making preparations to flee from it when Pedrillo and myself came away. Pobre Pedrillito!" Uraga no longer stays listening to the mock humanity of his whining messenger. No more does he think of the drowned Pedrillo.
"Tell it, sirrah, and at once! Out with it, whatever it is!" "Alas, Pedrillo is gone!" "Gone whither?" "Down the river." "What river?" "The Pecos." "Gone down the Pecos? On what errand?" inquired the colonel, in surprise. "On no errand, your excellency." "Then what's taken him down the Pecos? Why went he?" "Senor coronel, he has not gone of his own will.
"Inferior to Italy, without doubt. Look, what noble people the ancient Romans were!" observed Niccolo, swallowing a handful of macaroni. "The idea of comparing a little island to a magnificent territory like Spain!" cried Pedrillo. "Why, we were civilised, and a province of Rome, while the British were painted barbarians, unknown to all the rest of the world."
No matter the rider is a man. Keenly scrutinising, he perceives it is an Indian, though not one of the wild sort. His garb betokens him of the tamed. Another glance through the glass and his individuality declares itself, Uraga recognising him as one of the messengers sent to the Tenawas' town. Not the principal, Pedrillo, but he of secondary importance, Jose.
"Now," whispered Jim, as they came abreast of a certain tent, looming up dim and ghostly in the darkness; "Pedrillo is sleeping just outside this tent. Forward, men; but carefully, for your lives. One false step now, and all will be lost. Come along, and remember we must be quick and silent at at the work which we have to do. There must not be so much as a single struggle."
On this the Shah's army surrounded him and Pedrillo, and, after a desperate resistance on their parts, bore them to the ground. "Now, Sir Knight, what will you do?" sneered the Shah. "However, you have killed the greatest boar in the country, and, as your reward, you shall choose the manner in which you and your Squire will be put to death."
Home-sickness, sea-sickness, the terror of the tempest, "wailing, blasphemy, devotion," the crash of the wreck, the wild farewell, "the bubbling cry of some strong swimmer in his agony," the horrors of famine, the tale of the two fathers, the beautiful apparitions of the rainbow and the bird, the feast on Juan's spaniel, his reluctance to dine on "his pastor and his master," the consequences of eating Pedrillo, all follow each other like visions in the phantasmagoria of a nightmare, till at last the remnant of the crew are drowned by a ridiculous rhyme
The blast aroused the boar, who made at him furiously. His spear shivered against its bristly hide into a hundred fragments, when, leaping from his steed, which he directed Pedrillo to hold, he drew his falchion of Toledo steel, and valiantly on foot assailed the monster.
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