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Odd as was this proposition, it exactly suited the half-drunken revellers. Many were curious to have a good sight of the cibolero now so celebrated a personage. The proposal was backed by many voices, and the Comandante pressed to yield to it. Vizcarra had no objection to gratify his guests. Both he and Roblado rather liked the idea. It would be a further humiliation of their hated enemy. Enough.
Many guesses were made, many names mentioned, and scandal ran the rounds. One only of all knew in her heart for whom the compliment was meant in her heart overflowing with love and fear. All who had horses followed the cibolero, who now directed himself towards a path that led from the valley to the table above.
So much as he can beat all the youth in feats of horsemanship, so much does she excel in the useful art which is her source of subsistence. There are but two rooms in the rancho, and that is one more than will be found in most of its fellows. But the delicate sentiment still exists in the Saxon mind. The family of the cibolero are not yet Indianised.
One was, that the settlement was surrounded by "los barbaros," headed by Carlos the cibolero; that they must be in great numbers, since they had made an open attack upon the military stronghold itself; but that they had been beaten off by the valiant soldiers after a desperate conflict, in which many were killed on both sides; that the officers were all killed, including the Comandante; and that another attack might be looked for that night, which would most likely be directed against the town!
The cibolero scarce deigned to make any preparation. He did not even divest himself of his manga, but only threw it carelessly back, and left its long skirt trailing over the hips of his horse. Obedient to the voice of his rider, the animal sprang into a gallop; and then, guided by the touch of the knees, he commenced circling round the plain, increasing his speed as he went.
Carlos did return. What became of San Ildefonso? In yonder ruin you have your answer. San Ildefonso fell. But, you would know how? Oh! it is a terrible tale a tale of blood and vengeance, and Carlos was the avenger. Yes the cibolero returned to the valley of San Ildefonso, but he came not alone.
The keen blade was gleaming before his eyes. The question of the cibolero was repeated. "Why is that?" "I I know not " "Liar again! She has gone in by that door. Where is she now? Quick, tell me!" "I declare, I know not. Believe me " "False villain! she is here. I have tracked you through all your paths your tricks have not served you. Deny her once more, and this to your heart. She is here!
"Pshaw, sister! don't shame me before the people come to mother! hear what she will say. I warrant she won't regard it." And, so saying, the cibolero rode up to the carreta, followed by his sister. Poor Rosita! Eyes gleamed upon you at that moment that saw you for the first time eyes in whose dark orbs lay an expression that boded you no good.
"It may have been it must have been by Heavens! it must " "What, master?" "The Pane whistle!" "Just what I was thinking, master. The Comanches never whoop so the Kiawa never. I have not heard that the Wacoes give such a signal. Why not Pane? Besides, their being afoot that's like Pane!" A sudden revulsion had taken place in the mind of the cibolero.
There was not much difficulty in deciding who had committed this murder. Where the skeletons of the dogs were found the ground was soft, and there were hoof-tracks that did not belong to the horses of the hunters. These were recognised by several. They were the tracks of the well-known horse of Carlos the cibolero. Beyond a doubt Carlos had done the deed.
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