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Carlos, once on the road, spurred his horse into gallop, and dashed boldly forward to the great gate of the Presidio. The dog Cibolo followed, keeping close up to the heels of his horse. "By the Virgin, it is he!" exclaimed Roblado, with a look of astonishment and alarm. "The fellow himself, as I live!" "I knew it! I knew it!" shrieked Vizcarra. "I saw him on the cliff: it was no vision!"
The Comandante joined in this laugh, which, perhaps, he would not have done, but that Roblado had already assured him that his wound was not of the slightest danger, and would heal in a couple of weeks. Roblado had given him assurance of this by calling the doctor a fool, and heaping upon him other opprobrious epithets.
He was only prevented from killing Carlos by his companions declaring that such a proceeding would rob them of their anticipated sport! This consideration alone restrained him; but he was not contented until with his fists he had inflicted several blows upon the face of the defenceless captive! "Let the wretch live!" said Roblado. "To-morrow we shall have a fine spectacle for him!"
"It is," coldly replied Vizcarra, sipping his wine; "but to expel him, my dear Roblado, some one else might be also driven off. The rose would be plucked along with the thorn. You understand?" "Perfectly." "That, then, of course, I don't wish at least not for the present. After some time we may be satisfied to part with rose, thorn, bush, roots, and all. Ha! ha! ha!"
Ha! ha! ha! I haven't been twenty years in the saddle to be bantered by a Gachupino." "Sir!" thundered Vizcarra and Roblado in a breath, at the same time grasping the hilts of their swords, and frowning in a fierce threatening manner. "Oh! gentlemen, don't be offended," said Carlos, half sneeringly. "It only slipped from my tongue. I meant no insult, I assure you."
He stood like a statue in the position he had first taken, hugging the wall with his breast, to steady himself. His eyes remained fixed on the group, and fixed too in their sockets, as if glued there! Roblado and Vizcarra, in the centre of the square, enjoyed their triumph. They saw him at the embrasure. He saw not them. He had for the moment forgotten that they existed.
"Now, Nina, dear love! the next time I call for a tortilla with chile Colorado you'll have it won't you, dear pet?" And then laying himself back in his hammock, the savage uttered a roar of laughter, in which he was joined by the mulatto, who would have done just the same by his better half for a like provocation! It was just at this crisis Roblado pulled up in front of the hovel.
Such an event in the life of such a woman would be neither impossible nor unlikely. In either case she could not take her fortune with her; but what mattered? it would not remain with him, Roblado. The conduct of the cibolero had removed all obstacles, so far as he was concerned. There was no longer any dread of rivalry from that source. His life was now forfeited.
If your excellency would but send a troop, I could guide it direct to the spot, and without following the trail they have taken out of the valley which I believe was only a false one." The Comandante and Roblado drew back from the parapet, and for some minutes talked together in a low tone. "It would look well," muttered Roblado; "in fact, the very thing you want.
He had been accustomed all his life to regard with heartless indifference the feelings of those he had wronged; and it was not out of any consideration for the future happiness or misery of the girl that he hesitated now. No, his motive was of a far different character. Roblado said true when he accused him of being timid. He was. It was sheer cowardice that stayed him.
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