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"Excellent!" replied Vizcarra, his mind seemingly relieved at the prospect of its execution. "Why, it would blind the very devil! We shall not only be free from suspicion, but we'll get credit by it. What! a successful affair with the savages! rescue of a female captive! restore her to her friends! she, too, the sister of the very man who has endeavoured to assassinate you!
"Then keep your tongue behind your teeth, my good fellow," threatened Vizcarra. "Another slip of the kind may cost you a fall." "Thank you, Senor Comandante," replied Carlos, still laughing. "Perhaps I'll take your advice."
Vizcarra, the Comandante, is on the ground a tall colonel of forty laced and plumed like a peacock. A lively bachelor is he; and while chatting with padre, cura, or alcalde, his eye wanders to the faces of the pretty poblanas that are passing the spot.
He might take measures to get rid of both, but these measures must needs be violent and dangerous. Thus reasoned Vizcarra with himself, and thus he argued with Roblado. Not that he wished the latter to dissuade him for the end he desired with all his heart but in order that by their united wisdom some safer means of reaching it might be devised. And a safer plan was devised.
They did not allow themselves to doubt of the zeal of their employes, the reward would secure that, and scarce did they doubt of their success. The latter seemed to all three Roblado, Vizcarra, and the Padre but a consequence of the former.
Ha! ha! ha! I haven't been twenty years in the saddle to be bantered by a Gachupino." "Sir!" thundered Vizcarra and Roblado in a breath, at the same time grasping the hilts of their swords, and frowning in a fierce threatening manner. "Oh! gentlemen, don't be offended," said Carlos, half sneeringly. "It only slipped from my tongue. I meant no insult, I assure you."
Shallow as it was, it greatly annoyed him, as by these he was prevented from visiting his mother and sister. Through Antonio, however, he kept up almost daily communication with them. He might have been apprehensive in regard to his sister after what had occurred, but the villain Vizcarra was an invalid, and Carlos rightly judged why Rosita was permitted to go unmolested.
Several games were yet carried on upon the plain, but they were without general interest. The splendid feat of the cibolero had eclipsed all lesser exhibitions for the time; besides, a number of the head men were out of humour. Vizcarra was sad, and Roblado savage jealous of Catalina. The alcalde and his assistant were in a vexed state, as both had bet heavy sums on the red cock.
He stood like a statue in the position he had first taken, hugging the wall with his breast, to steady himself. His eyes remained fixed on the group, and fixed too in their sockets, as if glued there! Roblado and Vizcarra, in the centre of the square, enjoyed their triumph. They saw him at the embrasure. He saw not them. He had for the moment forgotten that they existed.
The next moment the head and shoulders of a man were visible; and Captain Roblado stepped out upon the azotea. The "buenos dias" that passed between him and Vizcarra showed that it was their first meeting for that day. In fact, neither had been long up; for the hour was not yet too late for fashionable sleepers. Roblado had just breakfasted, and come out on the azotea to enjoy his Havannah.
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