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Absurd as appeared the pretensions of the cibolero in regard to Catalina, Roblado had learned enough of late to make him jealous ay, even to give him real uneasiness. She was a strange creature, Catalina de Cruces one who had shown proofs of a rare spirit one not to be bought and sold like a bulto of goods. She had taught both her father and Roblado a lesson of late. She had taught them that.
"Oh! you have!" cried Vizcarra and Roblado in the same breath, and with an expression of interest that somewhat surprised the padre. "Ha! you greedy ladrones! I see what you would be after. You would have me send you some of them. You sha'n't have a slice though that is, unless you can give me something that will wash this dust out of my throat. I'm woeful thirsty this morning."
They have discovered his lair, and know where he is at this moment." "Good!" exclaimed Vizcarra and Roblado. "They can find him at any time." "Excellent!" "Pues, cavalleros; that is my news at your service. Use it to your advantage, if you can." "Dear padre!" replied Vizcarra, "yours is a wiser head than ours. You know the situation of affairs. Our troopers cannot catch this villain.
He had already exhibited a skill in horsemanship of a superior kind, and to take part in this would be seeking a superfluous triumph. Such was in fact the feeling of Carlos. But the chagrined Comandante had other views. Captain Roblado as well for the latter had seen, or fancied he had seen, a strange expression in the eyes of Catalina at each fresh triumph of the cibolero.
As he drew near, he raised his sombrero in a respectful salute to the two officers, whose heads and shoulders were just visible over the parapet; and having arrived within a dozen paces of the wall, he reined up, and, taking off his hat again, waited to be addressed. "What is your business?" demanded Roblado. "Cavalleros! I wish to speak with the Comandante."
Not only would he be cut off from all communication with her, but he would not dare to show himself in the settlement. A constant vigilance would be kept on foot to guard against that, and Roblado even promised himself the enjoyment of rare sport in hunting down his rival, and becoming at the same time his captor and executioner.
She was to watch her mistress from the house, and follow her to the place of assignation. When that should be determined she was to return with all haste to Roblado who appointed a place of meeting her and then guide him and his troop to the lovers. This, thought Roblado, would be the surest plan to proceed upon. He had taken his measures accordingly.
I was but too glad to come away, and leave her to the care of Jose, who waits upon her. I could not bear to listen to her strange jabberings. I assure you, camarado, it robbed me of all desire to remain." "Oh," said Roblado, "that's nothing she'll get over it in a day or so. She still thinks herself in the hands of the savages who are going to murder and scalp her!
He had lain about an hour on the banqueta, when the door opened, and the two officers, Vizcarra and Roblado, stepped within the cell. They were accompanied by Gomez. The prisoner believed that his hour was come. They were going to lead him forth to execution. He was wrong. That was not their design. Far different. They had come to gloat over his misery. Their visit was to be a short one.
That other Roblado could easily guess. It is not strange that he desired the capture and death of Carlos the cibolero. He was as eager for that event as Vizcarra himself. Both were making every exertion to bring it about. Already scouting-parties had been sent out in different directions.
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