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Updated: June 4, 2025
I feel that I am myself a little compromised by my interference; and if you'll accept of me for your second, I think I can answer for it that Captain Uraga will not dare to deny us." "Colonel Miranda your name, I believe need I attempt to express my thanks for so much generosity? I cannot I could not.
"Yes, sister," he said, one afternoon, as Adela was buckling on his sword-belt, and helping to equip him for the evening parade, "Uraga must come here no more. I well understand the cause of his contumacious behaviour. The priest party is again getting the ascendency. If they succeed, heaven help poor Mexico. And, I may add, heaven help us!"
Soon it does drop, for Hamersley, following in close pursuit, delivers a second shot from the revolver. The bullet hits the extended sword arm; the naked blade whirls out, and falls with a ring upon the meadow turf. Uraga rides on without looking back. He has not even courage to turn his face towards his antagonist.
All see that Uraga has taken no pains to blind the track of his party. Why should he? He can have no suspicion of being pursued; certainly not by such pursuers. Along the trail, then, they ride rapidly; gratified to observe that it grows fresher as they advance for they are travelling thrice as fast as the men who made it.
Presently a learned Chinese scholar was sent to Uraga, had an interview with the American envoy, and returned with the letter, which expressed the desire of the United States to establish friendship and intercourse with Japan, and said, according to this account, that if they met with a refusal they should commence hostilities.
"Arter all," he continues, still speaking in half soliloquy, "I don't think stayin's his game. There's somethin' else at the bottom on't." "Can Uraga have sent him back on any errand?" "No, that ain't it eyther. More like he's good on a errand o' his own. I reckon I ken guess it now. The traitur intends turnin' thief as well doin' a leetle bit o' stealin' along wi' his treason.
At least, he's not one of the gent-de-razon. He's only an Indian." "Ha! Comanche?" As he utters this interrogatory, Colonel Gil Uraga gives a slight start, and looks a little uneasy.
Then reining up, with the revolver once more in his right hand, he cries out "Lie still, you ruffian! Don't move an inch! I have four shots to spare, and if you attempt to stir, one of them will quiet you." The admonition is not needed. Uraga, stunned by the shock for a time, makes no movement. He is insensible.
The movement has not escaped the observation of the two men lying tied under the tree. They cannot divine its meaning, but neither do they augur well of it. Still worse, when Uraga, calling to Galvez to come to him, mutters some words in his ear.
'Tis only a temporary pause to exchange counsel about the plan of proceeding as a falcon expands itself in the air before its last flight towards the quarry it has selected. Before separating from his followers, Uraga has summoned to his side the youngest commissioned officer of the troop, saying, "Alferes! go back to that Indian! Send the brute on to the front here."
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