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After a short journey, fatigue and suffering overcame the wounded man; and as it was imperative that he should not become acquainted with the situation of the Golden Valley, or even be made aware of its existence, Bois-Rose and Pepe resolved, now that he was in safety, to leave him for some hours and employ the time in reconnoitring the places described to Fabian by his adopted mother.
"Well, Pepe, they are but seventeen now!" continued Bois-Rose, in a tone of triumph. "Oh! we may succeed, if they do not get reinforcements." "That is a chance and a terrible one; but our lives are in God's hands," replied Bois-Rose. "Tell me, friend!" said he to Gayferos, "you probably belong to the camp of Don Estevan?" "Do you know him then?" said the wounded man, in a feeble voice.
All three then threw themselves on the ground, and a discharge of balls immediately flew over their heads, covering them with leaves and broken branches, while the war-cry of the Indians sounded in their ears. "If I do not deceive myself, they are now but fifteen," said Bois-Rose, as he quitted his horizontal posture, and knelt on the ground. "Be still!" added he.
All at once Pepe started up, crying out as he did so: "Bois-Rose, Fabian, we are saved!" "Saved!" said Bois-Rose, "what do you mean?"
"The hands of the Blackbird do not tremble like a leaf shaken by the wind," said he, pointing his rifle steadily towards the island. "But before firing, he will wait while he counts one hundred, for the answer of the whites who are hidden in the island." "Get behind me, Fabian," said Bois-Rose. "No, I stay here," said Fabian, decidedly. "I am younger, and it is my place to expose myself for you."
"Alas, poor Fabian! he too loved me I know he did." Then once more facing round to the fire, he hazarded a last question: "Do you not remember one circumstance above all? Do you not remember that this man was suddenly separated from you in the midst of a terrible affray ?" The emotion under which Bois-Rose was suffering hindered him from finishing his interrogatory.
All at once, amidst the cloud of dust raised by his feet, a hatchet shone over the head of the unfortunate Mexican, who was seen falling to the earth. Bois-Rose was about to fire, but the fear of killing him whom he wished to defend, stopped his hand.
But the sand trampled over by the wild horses who had come to drink, showed no traces of a human foot, and the Indian walked up the stream, still apparently seeking. "The demon has some suspicion," said Bois-Rose; "and he will discover the traces that we left half-a-mile off when we entered the bed of the river to get at this island.
"But did you not learn their names?" asked Dona Rosarita, timidly. "The elder was called Bois-Rose, the second Pepe. As to the young man " Gayferos appeared vainly endeavouring to recall the name without remarking the anguish which was depicted in the young girl's agitated frame, and visible in her anxious eyes.
Here is water and dried meat, and twenty-four hours will soon pass." It was not without regret that Gayferos consented to this separation; however, reassured by a new promise from the generous hunters, to whom he owed so much, he resigned himself to being left behind. "I have one last word to say to you," said Bois-Rose.
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