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"As many as you please," urged the ranchero. "Thank you, Don Juan! only one that with my own will be two. Two onzas! that, in faith, is the largest bet I have ever made. Vaya! a poor cibolero staking a double onza!" "Well, then," replied Don Juan, "if you don't, I shall. Colonel Vizcarra!" said he aloud, addressing himself to the Comandante, "I suppose you would like to win back your wager.
She, therefore, disclosed only the more ludicrous effects, at which she laughed heartily. Don Juan, even knowing only so much, was inclined to regard the affair more seriously. A visit from Vizcarra a drink of water light his cigar enter the rancho all very strange circumstances, but not at all laughable, thought Don Juan.
True, he was out of the way; but there was a jealous lover on the ground, and the brother would return in time. The very act of the rape would point to him, Vizcarra. His visit, the attempt of the "alcahuete," and the carrying off of the girl, would all be pieced together, and put down to his credit; and the brother such a one and such a lover too would not be silent with their suspicious.
A grand banquet had been provided at the Presidio by Vizcarra and Roblado, to which all the grandees of the settlement had been invited. Don Ambrosio was among the number. At this hour he was at the Presidio, feasting and making merry. It was not a ladies' festival, therefore Catalina was not there.
The sister of the cibolero now became the subject of conversation; and as remarks were made more or less complimentary to her beauty, the expression upon the face of Vizcarra kept constantly changing. That villain was more interested in the conversation than his guests were aware, and he had already formed his plans. Already his agents were out on the accomplishment of his atrocious designs.
Your fair form, the angelic beauty of your face perhaps your very grief awakened interest in a heart whose love never meant else than ruin to its object. It was the heart of Colonel Vizcarra. "Mira! Roblado!" muttered he to his subordinate and fellow-villain. "See yonder! Santisima Virgen! Saint Guadalupe! Look, man! Venus, as I'm a Christian and a soldier!
"A splendid rider," replied Don Ramon. "The Comandante will admit that." And the free speaker looked at Vizcarra with a smile of intelligence. The latter frowned at the observation. "You lost a good sum, did you not?" inquired the cura of Vizcarra. "Not to him," replied the Comandante, "but to that vulgar fellow who seems his friend.
Only one idea was before his mind that could be called definite that was to get Vizcarra alone. If but for a single minute, it would suffice. Entreaty, he felt, would be idle, and might waste time and end in his own defeat and death. A minute would be enough for vengeance; and with the thoughts of his sister's ruin fresh on his mind, he was burning for this.
These last phrases, broken and hastily delivered, were meant to restrain the girl from cutting short the interview, which she was about to do by entering the house. Vizcarra was not thirsty, neither did he wish for water; but the laws of hospitality would compel the girl to bring it, and the act might further his purposes.
Rosita could just see his plumed hat, and below it his face, but she knew the face at once. It was that of the officer who on the day of San Juan had ogled her so rudely. She knew he was the Comandante Vizcarra. The officer, from his position, had a full view of the girl as she stood in the little enclosure of flowers.
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