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Updated: August 1, 2024
No one, not even the dullest, could fail to notice that these kind glances were more than repaid. It was an affair of mutual and understood love, beyond a doubt. Though Don Juan was a rich young farmer, and by courtesy a "Don," yet in rank he was but a degree above the cibolero the degree which wealth confers.
These would scarce serve to carry provision for himself and party on their journey home; no cargo not a bale of hides not a "bulta" of meat more than would be required for their own food! These reflections all passed through the mind of the cibolero in the space of a few moments, as he stood gazing in the direction in which the marauders had gone.
They had conceived hopes, that, if Carlos attempted the feat, some accident, such as the slipping or stumbling of his horse, might lead to that result; which to them would have been as grateful as it would have been mortifying to the cibolero.
"How long have they been gone? can you tell?" "Several weeks long before the return of our cibolero." "It is possible they may be on the way back. Is it not?" "I think it quite probable, but I shall ride over to the mission this very hour and inquire." "Do so; it would be well if we could secure them. A brace of fellows, such as you describe these to be, would be worth our whole command.
That was a fair-haired, fair-skinned girl, who stood upon one of the carretas, by the side of which the victor had placed himself. Side by side those two faces seemed one. They were of one blood, one colour, one race: were they not brother and sister? Yes, the fair girl was the sister of the cibolero. She was smiling from happiness at the thought of her brother's triumph.
His master would have called him back, for he was leaving the loose rocks unsearched, and, without that being done, Carlos felt that it would be perilous to proceed farther; but the swiftness with which the dog had gone forward showed that he was on a fresh trail; and it now occurred to the cibolero that his enemies might be within the cave itself!
My men will follow me I know they will anywhere; and, tame `Tagnos' though they be, they can fight when roused to revenge. I shall seek the Pane!" The last thought was uttered half aloud, and with emphasis that spoke determination. The cibolero was a man of quick resolves, and this resolve he had actually come to.
The cibolero said they must have passed over the ground two days before. That would correspond with the time when they had been taken. The trackers soon passed the limits of the valley, and entered the plain through which runs the Pecos.
The horse once killed or crippled, the cibolero would be captured to a certainty; and both had made up their minds, in case a good opportunity offered, to despatch the noble animal. These men knew a certain plan by which their victim could be killed or captured that is, supposing they had been certain he was in the cave a plan which could scarce have failed.
"Here, Carlos!" cried he, while the arrangements were progressing; "I see you are bent on this madness; and since I cannot turn you from it, I shall not embarrass you. But you sha'n't risk yourself for such a trifle. My purse! bet what sum you will." As he said this, he held out a purse to the cibolero, which, from its bulk, evidently contained a large, amount.
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