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No matter the rider is a man. Keenly scrutinising, he perceives it is an Indian, though not one of the wild sort. His garb betokens him of the tamed. Another glance through the glass and his individuality declares itself, Uraga recognising him as one of the messengers sent to the Tenawas' town. Not the principal, Pedrillo, but he of secondary importance, Jose.
Only that she shall become my wife, and, by so doing, save the life of her brother. As your brother-in-law it will be my duty, my interest, my pleasure, to protect you." "That you shall never be!" firmly rejoins Miranda. "No, never!" he adds, with kindling fervour, "never, on such conditions!" "Does the senorita pronounce with the same determination?" asks Uraga, riveting his eyes on Adela.
About two months after his coming under my command, the late grito was proclaimed all over Mexico. One morning as I went down to the military quarters I found confusion and disturbance. The soldiers were under arms, many of them drunk, and vociferating `Viva Santa Anna! Viva el Coronel Uraga! Hearing this, I at once comprehended all. It was a pronunciamento.
They can see there has been a fight, but do not stay to think who have been the victors. Their thoughts are turned towards the vanquished, their eyes resting on heads that still carry their covering of hair. In a trice their blades are bare, and it is cut off the skin along with it to the skull of the last lancer! Neither does Uraga nor his lieutenant escape the scalping-knife.
It is a terrible ordeal for the girl. Her brother lying bound by her side, his death about to be decreed, his end near as if the executioner were standing over him for in this light does Uraga appear.
Neither the lancer colonel nor his lieutenant has forgotten the terrible havoc made among the Tenawas by the two men who survived that fearful affray, and whom they may expect once more to meet. They know that both have guns the traitor has told them so and that, as before, they will make use of them. Therefore Uraga intends approaching stealthily, and taking them by surprise.
The latter, a rough-garbed, big-bearded Texan, full six feet in height, shouldering a gun whose butt, when rested on the ground, places the muzzle within an inch of his chin. No need to say who are the two he is guarding. At his feet Uraga lies, crestfallen, with a craven look upon his face, like a fox in the trap; his splendid habiliments torn, mud-bedaubed, bedraggled.
There is now perfect silence, after a scene which preceded; once more Uraga having made overtures to Miranda, with promise of life under the same scandalous conditions; as before, to receive the response, firmly spoken, "No never!" The patriot soldier prefers death to dishonour. His choice taken, he quails not. Tied to the trunk of the tree, he stands facing his executioners without show of fear.
Even you, with your heart of flint, should feel sparks struck out of it at the sight of her." "Certainly she's the most beautiful captive I've ever assisted at the taking of." "Captive!" mutters Uraga, in soliloquy. "I wish she were, in a sense different." Then, with a frown upon his face, continuing, "What matters it! When he is out of the way, I shall have it all my own way.
He remembers his comrades slaughtered upon the sands of the Canadian, himself left buried alive. With a feeling almost jubilant natural, considering the circumstances, scarce reprehensible he takes his stand by the side of the mule which carries Colonel Uraga. At the same time Cully places himself beside that bestridden by Roblez. Both have their bowie-knives in hand, the blades bare.
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