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We did not go far away from the water, lest we might be pushed again to repeat the ruse. All this time the yelping of the bloodhounds had been ringing in our ears. Suddenly it ceased. "They have reached the water," said Clayley. "No," rejoined Lincoln, stopping a moment to listen: "they're chawin' the bones of the varmint."
The confession rendered her sacred in my eyes, and we sat for some time silent, enjoying that transport only known to those who have truly, purely loved. The trampling of hoofs! It was Clayley at the head of the troop. They were mounted, and waiting for me. Don Cosme was impatient; so was the Dona Joaquina. I could not blame them, knowing the cause. "Ride forward! I shall follow presently."
We could see no one, though everything about the house looked as usual. "Are they abed, think you?" asked Clayley. "No, it is too early perhaps below, at supper." "Heaven send! we shall be most happy to join them. I am as hungry as a wolf." We approached the house. Still all silent. "Where are the dogs?" We entered. "Strange! no one stirring. Ha! the furniture gone!"
Down with the bars! `Mount and follow'!" As I uttered the last words, the men leaped to their seats; and Clayley, riding the bell-mule, dashed out of the corral, followed by the whole train, some of them plunging and kicking, but all galloped forward at the sound of the bell upon their guide.
Two hours after the combat I was his captain. Clayley was elected first lieutenant, and in a week from that time the company was "mustered" into the service of the United States government, and armed and equipped as an independent corps of "Rifle Rangers". On the 20th of January, 1847, a noble ship was bearing us over the blue water, toward the shores of a hostile land.
Every point in the writing was plainly visible. "See, Clayley!" cried I, admiring this lamp of Nature's own making. "Never trust the tales of travellers. I have heard that half a dozen of these insects in a glass vessel would enable you to read the smallest type. Is that true?" added I, repeating what I had said in Spanish. "And yet with a single cocuyo you may.
Be the crass! he's all shill, boys. Och, mother o' Moses! I can't find a saft spot in him!" We climbed out upon the parapet, and the soldiers commenced wiping their wet guns. Clayley appeared at this moment, filing round the pond at the head of the detachment. As I explained the adventure to the lieutenant, he laughed heartily.
It saves time, and you got the wine clear of " "My respects, gentlemen! Captain Haller Mr Clayley." "Thank you, Major Twing. To you, sir." "Ha! the stools at last! Only one! Come, gentlemen, squeeze yourselves up this way. Here, Clayley, old boy; here's a cartridge-box. Adge! up-end that box. So give us your fist, old fellow; how are you? Sit down, Captain; sit down. Cigars, there!"
I broke the seal with delight: "Sir, You will report, with fifty men, to Major Blossom, at 4 a.m. to-morrow. "By order, " "Captain Haller, commanding Co. Rifle Rangers." "Old Bios, eh? Quartermaster scouting, I hope," said Clayley, looking over the contents of the note. "Anything but the trenches; I am sick of them."
"Safe somewhere," replied Clayley; "but where the deuce can he be? He is not hors de combat on the plain, or one could see him even ten miles off. Ha! ha! ha! look yonder!" Clayley, yelling with laughter, pointed to the corner of the rancho. Though after a scene so tragic, I could hardly refrain from joining Clayley in his boisterous mirth.
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