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Updated: May 31, 2025
He could not." "Could not! Why?" "They ere not there to receive it. They are no longer in this world neither the Horned Lizard nor Barbato. Senor Coronel, the Tenawas have met with a great misfortune. They've had a fight with a party of Tejanos. The chief is killed, Barbato is killed, and nearly half of their braves.
They have come up the canon guided by Barbato. Even more than they is the renegade surprised at seeing a house in that solitary spot. It was not there on his last passing through the valley in company with his red-skinned confederates, the Tenawas, which he did some twelve months before.
"The Indians on this route were reported friendly. Why have they attacked us, I wonder?" "Injuns ain't niver friendly not Tenawas. They've been riled considerably of late by the Texans on the Trinity. Besides, I reck'n I kin guess another reezun. It's owin' to some whites as crossed this way last year.
When you've delivered it you needn't wait, but come back not here, but to the Alamo. You know the place where we met the Tenawas some weeks ago. You will find me there. Vaya!" On receiving these instructions Pedrillo vanishes from, the room; a strange sinister glance in his oblique Indian eyes telling that he knows himself to be once more what he has often been an emissary of evil.
"Go to the stables," commands his master, "or the corral, or wherever he may be, and tell Pedrillo I want him. Be quick about it!" The man bows and disappears. "It will take them how many days to reach the Tenawas' town, and how many back to the Pecos?" soliloquises Uraga, pacing the floor, as he makes his calculations. "Three, four, five. No matter. If before them we can wait till they come.
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