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I have given myself, body and soul, to aid my comrade there in an enterprise my comrade of ten years' standing." During this conversation the words gold and treasure, frequently pronounced, appeared to produce their magic influence on Pepe. Every now and then he turned himself, as if about to protest against the refusal of Bois-Rose, so definitively given.
Bois-Rose suddenly started from his reverie, and crept silently forward, both ear and eye set keenly to reconnoitre. But nothing could be heard or seen that was unusual; and after a while he glided back to his seat. The noise had awakened Tiburcio, who, raising himself into a sitting posture, inquired its cause. "Nothing," answered the trapper, whose denial, however, was scarce sincere.
Bois-Rose profited by this moment to seize the bridle, but was shaken off by another furious bound, and the terrified animal rushed away with such impetuosity that it was no longer in human power to restrain him. For a few moments the Canadian watched the intrepid rider struggling with the fury of the horse, and then both disappeared from his sight.
Bois-Rose seemed to be watching over his sleep, hastily taken after the fatigues of a long march, while Pepe refreshed himself by plunging in the water. While Fabian slumbers, we shall raise the veil by which the young Count hid from the eyes of his two friends his most secret and dearest thoughts.
On the point of accomplishing one of his most ardent desires, that of enriching the child of his affection and adding immense treasures to his future fortune, Bois-Rose seemed to forget that it would raise an additional barrier between Fabian and himself. Pepe, anxious to repair as far as possible the involuntary injury that he had caused to the Mediana family, walked along with an elastic step.
The sun had now set, the short twilight had passed away, night had come on, and the moon shone on the river, yet still the Indians did not stir. "Our scalps tempt them, but they still hesitate to come and take them," said Pepe, who was becoming very tired of doing nothing. "Patience!" whispered Bois-Rose, "the Indians are like the vultures, who dare not attack a body until it begins to decay.
"And why not? it is a very good custom, it helps one to die like a hero, and to remember that you have lived like a man." "Let us rather try to die like Christians," replied Bois-Rose. Then drawing Fabian towards him, he said: "I scarcely know, my beloved child, what I had dreamed of for you; I am half savage and half civilised, and my dreams partook of both.
Twenty years have not made much change either in his face or figure. His voice is just the same as it was when I was the coast-guard, Pepe the Sleeper. My eyes and ears are as good as they were then, and I assure you, Bois-Rose, that he's the very man." "After all, one is more likely to meet an enemy he is in search of than a friend. It may be the same."
"Shall I wake Fabian now?" said Bois-Rose. "Yes, certainly; for after a love dream a stag hunt is the thing most worthy of a nobleman like him, and he will rarely see such a one as this." "He will see nothing like it in the towns," cried the Canadian, enchanted; "such scenes must make him love the desert." And he shook the young man gently.
Be that as it may remember that you have sworn to avenge the death of your adopted father, and that in these deserts you ought to shame the justice of cities, where such crimes go unpunished. To show mercy towards such a knave is an outrage to society! Bois-Rose! I shall need the assistance of your arm."
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