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Updated: June 15, 2025
I shall try to forget that I have ever, for an instant, beheld it." "It is well," said Bois-Rose, "you are now free to go." "Not yet, with your permission," replied the prisoner. "In all that has taken place, there is a mystery which I do not seek to penetrate but " "Carramba! it is very simple," answered Pepe. "This young man," said he, pointing to Fabian
Soon, however, they saw the man rise, with his head laid bare, who after straggling a few paces, fell again, while the blood flowed in torrents from his wounds. "Ah!" cried Bois-Rose, "if there remains in him a spark of life and people do not die only from scalping we shall save him yet; I swear we shall!"
After his fall into the torrent, Pepe had forgotten that the enemy on whom he had sworn vengeance was escaping, and both he and Bois-Rose had thought only of rendering prompt assistance to Fabian. On returning to consciousness, Fabian's first thought was to resume his interrupted pursuit.
"They will kill him," cried he; "they are five to one. Let us follow as closely as we can, Pepe, to protect once more my lately recovered child." Bois-Rose threw his rifle over his shoulder, and was already taking gigantic strides after Fabian. "The horse is difficult to manage," cried he; "I am certain that he will not go straight! we shall perhaps arrive as soon as he. Ah!
Both Bois-Rose and Tiburcio, interrupted while suffering the most vivid emotions, stood for some moments in a state of stupor, while Pepe was stretched out at full length, and supposed to be asleep. This was only apparent, however, for at the report he sprang to his feet as if he had heard the "hish" of the bullet as it passed close to his ears.
"I allow that," replied Bois-Rose, "but the child," for so he called the vigorous young man before them, "is not so accustomed as we are to long marches, and though sixty leagues in twelve days is not very much for us, it begins to tell on him. But before he has been a year with us, he will be able to walk as far as ourselves."
"But do you know, Bois-Rose," added he, in a low voice, "it proves that in the desert it is imprudent to venture with one whom you love more than life, since fear for him takes away a man's senses. I tell you frankly, Bois-Rose, you have not been like yourself." "It is true; I scarcely recognise myself," replied the Canadian, simply; "and yet "
All these things Pepe narrated in turn, but briefly as the circumstances required. The rest of his history Fabian already knew at least, the greater part of it; Bois-Rose had partially made the revelation. Bois-Rose, as already stated, had gone alone in a direction opposite to that taken by his comrades.
"How, after so many years, can it be possible for this hunter, formerly a sailor, to recognise in the midst of these solitudes, the young man, whom as a child he beheld only for an instant on a foggy night?" "Answer, Bois-Rose," said Fabian, coldly. The Canadian again rose.
The green of the trees began to look black; but habit had given to Bois-Rose and to Pepe eyes as piercing as those of the Indians themselves, and nothing, with the vigilance they were exerting, could have deceived them. "Pepe," whispered Bois-Rose, pointing to a tuft of osiers, "does it not seem to you that that bush has changed its form and grown larger?" "Yes; it has changed its form!"
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