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They had probably proceeded to join the rest of their tribe, known to be somewhere in that quarter. Vizcarra and his gay lancers passed up the valley, on their return from the pursuit at an early hour of the evening. Scarcely had a short hour elapsed when another cavalcade, dusty and wayworn, was seen moving along the same road, and heading towards the settlements.
There was he Vizcarra himself the despot the despoiler the violator of a sister's innocence and honour there was he within six feet of the avenging brother six feet from the muzzle of his ready rifle, and still ignorant of the terrible situation! His face was turned in an opposite direction he saw not his peril.
After riding at the head of his men for a short while, Vizcarra whose heart was filled with anger and mortification gave some orders to the sergeant, and then rode off in advance, and in full gallop. The sight of a horseman in blue manga, passing in the direction of the rancho and whom he recognised as the young ranchero, Don Juan did not do much towards soothing his angry spirit.
"Oh! you have!" cried Vizcarra and Roblado in the same breath, and with an expression of interest that somewhat surprised the padre. "Ha! you greedy ladrones! I see what you would be after. You would have me send you some of them. You sha'n't have a slice though that is, unless you can give me something that will wash this dust out of my throat. I'm woeful thirsty this morning."
"Why, it is simply this in the first place, for the reasons I have given, the fellow will hang around the settlement. He may visit now and then the old hechicera, but not often. The other would be a better decoy." "You mean her?" Vizcarra indicated the direction of the room in which Rosita was confined. "I do. He is said to be foolishly fond of this sister.
His was a hopeless case no opportunity of mending his first faux pas none, any more than if the object of his pursuit was shut up in the cloisters of a nunnery! Hopeless, indeed! Thus ran his reflections. Though uttering this phrase, he had no belief in its reality. He had no intention of ending the affair so easily. He the lady-killer, Vizcarra to fail in the conquest of a poor ranchera!
For long all this was submitted to in silence. A coarse jest from Vizcarra at length provoked reply. The reply alluded to the changed features of the latter, which so exasperated the brute, that he dashed, dagger in hand, upon the bound victim, and would have taken his life, but that Roblado and others held him back!
He was the principal actor in the whole affair. Vizcarra had, at first, some scruples about the affair not on the score of conscience, but of impracticability and fear of detection. This would indeed have done him a serious injury. The discovery of such a villainous scheme would have spread like wildfire over the whole country. It would have been ruin to him.
His time was too much taken up with his own pleasures to allow him to care for aught else. All these points had passed under the keen observation of the cibolero before Vizcarra returned to announce his intention of sending the troop. He had scarce parted out of sight the second time ere the former had taken his measures.
"Your excellency is kind to call it so. It does not avail me now. I am in great trouble!" "What has befallen? Speak out, man." Both Vizcarra and Roblado guessed the purport of the cibolero's request. They desired that it should be heard by the few soldiers lounging about the gate and for that reason they spoke in a loud tone themselves, anxious that their petitioner might do the same.
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