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Updated: June 9, 2025
"On the contrary, by your giving him the aid he is about to ask you for, you may put him entirely off the scent make him your friend, in fact. Ha! ha!" The idea was plausible, and pleased Vizcarra. He at once determined to act upon it.
Now, were she in a place where he could visit her, I'll warrant he would come there; and then we could trap him at our pleasure." "In a place! where?" eagerly demanded Vizcarra. "Why, back to her own neighbourhood. They'll find some residence. If you will consent to let her go for a while, you can easily recover her the more easily when we have settled with him!"
She, without replying to his complimentary harangue, stepped into the house, and presently returned with a gourd-shell filled with water. Carrying it to the gate-like opening of the fences, she presented it to him, and stood waiting for the vessel. Vizcarra, to make his request look natural, forced down several gulps of the fluid, and then, throwing away the rest, held out the gourd.
Vizcarra and Roblado were in a state bordering upon madness. Both stormed and swore, at the same time ordering the whole garrison under arms. In a few minutes nearly every soldier of the Presidio had vaulted to his saddle, and was galloping in the direction of the town. The Calabozo was surrounded. There was the hole through which the captive had got off.
As it is, there's no fear of discovery, even were the cibolero himself to make his appearance " "Roblado!" cried the Comandante, interrupting him, and speaking in a deep earnest voice. "Well?" inquired the captain, regarding Vizcarra with astonishment. "I have had a dream a fearful dream; and that not the ravings of the girl it is that is now troubling me. Diablos! a fearful dream!"
Even the prejudiced could not restrain their applause; and loud vivas for "Carlos the cibolero" again pealed upon the air. The sergeant was humiliated. He had for a long time been victor in these sports for Carlos had not been present until this day, or had never before taken part in them. Vizcarra was little better pleased.
And then to be attacked and torn by the dog to be driven from the house in such a humiliating manner in presence of his own troop, too! Vizcarra the vainglorious Vizcarra the great militario of the place the hero of a hundred Indian battles that never were fought he to be conquered by a cur! Seriously, thought Don Juan, it was not an affair to laugh at.
That other Roblado could easily guess. It is not strange that he desired the capture and death of Carlos the cibolero. He was as eager for that event as Vizcarra himself. Both were making every exertion to bring it about. Already scouting-parties had been sent out in different directions.
"Told you so," muttered Roblado a second time. "Speak out, man!" said Vizcarra, encouragingly; "I can only give an answer when I have heard your request." "It is this, your excellency. I am but a poor cibolero." "You are Carlos the cibolero! I know you." "Yes, your excellency, we have met at the fiesta of San Juan " "Yes, yes! I recollect your splendid horsemanship."
His favourite humbled himself the loser of ten golden onzas no small sum, even to the Comandante of a frontier Presidio. Moreover, to be jibed by the fair senoritas for losing a wager he had himself challenged, and which, no doubt, he felt certain of winning. From that moment Vizcarra liked not "Carlos the cibolero."
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