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But keep out all others, as I know you can. You understand me, Shebotha?" She makes answer in the affirmative, but, as before, only by a nod. "Enough!" is the young chief's satisfied rejoinder, as he vaults back upon his horse, and rides off to meet the captive train, which he knows must be now near.
Meanwhile, the girl has been entrusted to the charge and safe keeping of Shebotha, a sort of "mystery woman," or sorceress, of much power in the community; though, as all know, under the influence of Aguara himself.
She is thinking who will be the next one to darken the door of the hut; fearing it may be neither Shebotha herself, nor yet her slave, but the man who is master of both Aguara! True, the young cacique has not as yet offered her either outrage or insult; instead still approaches her with courtesy, and a pretence of friendship.
"But I have more than her permission her commands. She has sent me with a message to the paleface. At this moment Mam Shebotha has a matter elsewhere, and could not come herself." "You may be speaking the truth, but how am I to know?" questions the man, as he regards the intruder with an incredulous stare. "I don't go so far as to say you are telling a lie.
Impossible to describe the feelings of Caspar, when having recovered his feet after the tumble out of his recado, he finds that Shebotha has got away from him. It is some consolation to know that neither himself nor his horse has received serious injury.
"No matter about thanks," responds the hag with a knowing leer; "Shebotha likes better the reward. And what you've promised will content her. But promises, as Nacena herself knows, are sometimes badly kept, and should have something to secure them, by way of earnest. What can you give me now?"
"If she haven't I have," cries Gaspar, springing out from the place of concealment and seizing hold of the hag, while at the same instant Cypriano flings his arms around the Indian girl. "Come, Mam Shebotha!" continues the gaucho, "it's my turn to have a talk with you." She makes an effort to escape, and would cry out; but cannot, with his sinewy fingers around her throat.
"Escaped!" he cries out, bounding down upon the floor, and coming forward to the entrance. "The paleface escaped, you say? Are you speaking truth, Mam Shebotha?" "Come to my toldo, and see for yourself." "No, that's not needed, if you say she's gone. Tell me how, when, and whither. Be quick!"
You think he won't let you speak with the prisoner, unless you have permission from Shebotha?" "He will not I am sure he will not." "In that case all may be idle, and our scheme go for nought. Por Dios! what's to be done?" Pressing his head between his hands, the gaucho stands considering, while the other three in silence await the result.
Coming back, and bringing with her the captive, the Indian girl would well deserve restitution of her trinkets. Thwarted in her infernal schemes, stung to fury by their failure, Shebotha goes panting up the hill; but, despite her hard breathing, without stopping to take breath.
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