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Bridges were crossed which Ned understood were over small branches of the Blanco River, but they were still in the lowlands when, at about midnight, the little column wheeled out of the road and went on for a hundred yards or more into a magnificent forest, where the moonlight came down among the trees to show how old and large they were. "Halt! Dismount!" came sharply from Colonel Tassara.
"I know enough to see that it isn't a good thing for Señora Paez to have me in the house. She has troubles enough of her own. So has Señora Tassara. If an enemy of theirs found that they had a gringo here, it would make things worse for them. They've been real good to me, but I want to go with you." "Right!" said the general.
The lanterns went away with him and his fellow rowers, but other lights made their appearance quickly, after the door had closed behind Ned and Colonel Tassara. Not one of the boat's crew had obtained a peep into the house, or had seen any of its occupants.
Colonel Tassara seemed now to be steering a southerly course, instead of directly landward, and Ned calculated that this would carry them past all of the usual landing-places. It also gave them narrow escapes from rolling over and over in the troughs between several high waves. On the whole, therefore, it was a pretty rough boating excursion, but it was not a long one.
"Señor Carfora," said Señora Tassara, "you will have no time to lose. General Zuroaga is right, and his letter must go at once to his friend, General Morales, who is now in command at Vera Cruz. So must one from my own husband. It is important, for the best interest of Mexico, that Morales should know the whole truth.
There was one place which was even busier and more full of the excitement of getting ready for a new movement than was the Tassara hacienda. It was among the scattered camps of General Taylor's army, near Matamoras, at the mouth of the Rio Grande.
He had a bayonet wound, too, and they thought he would die, but they made him a general " "I am getting better, Carfora," said General Tassara, courageously, "but I can do no more fighting just now. I sincerely wish that there might not be any. The plans of Santa Anna " "Tassara!" exclaimed Zuroaga. "What we heard is true. He is utterly ruined.
"There are plenty of fellows here," he remarked, "who would cut my throat for a silver dollar, let alone a gold piece." He sheathed his machete peaceably, and went out by the back door, determining to let as few people as possible suspect that the Tassara mansion contained a boarder, or it was more nearly correct to say lodger.
Every member of this had seen, often enough, the son of some wealthy landholder from the upland country attended by a sufficient number of his own retainers to keep him from being plundered, and it was well enough to let him alone. On they went, but it was by a circuitous route and a back street that they reached the Tassara place.
This was a wise decision to make, but he was not to hunt far for his supplies that evening. Hardly had he gone a hundred paces from the Tassara place before he was unceremoniously halted, and it was not by a lancer this time. Before him, blocking his way, stood a very fat and apparently much astonished woman. "Madre de Dios!" she loudly exclaimed. "Señor Carfora! Santa Maria! Santa Catarina!
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