The Queen of the Savannah: A Story of the Mexican War. Aimard Gustave

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though rapid, was however much more moderate than that of the adventurer, who appeared to devour space. Moonshine remained with the Mexicans, and galloped by the side of Don Aurelio.

      "Why did you not tell me about your cuadrilla?" the latter asked him.

      "Pardon me, señor," the Canadian said, "but your memory fails you at this moment; I was about to speak of it when my friend, the Sumach, forced me to be silent."

      "That is true; I remember."

      "Now," he continued, "I will take the liberty of remarking, that in speaking of my comrade's party you used the words your cuadrilla."

      "Well," Don Aurelio observed, "have I unwittingly offended you by that qualification?"

      "Not at all, señor; still I will inform you that I do not at all belong to this cuadrilla, as you call it; I am simply a buffalo hunter and beaver trapper. I do not say that when the opportunity offers to draw a bead on a redskin I refuse to do so; far from it – it is, in fact, an amusement in which I frequently indulge; but soldiering is not at all in my line."

      "I thought you an intimate friend of your countryman," the Mexican remarked.

      "You were not mistaken," the hunter answered, "we are indeed very old friends, though our avocations are diametrically opposed."

      "And on the present occasion, would you refuse the support of your arm in defending the good cause?"

      "I do not know what you call the good cause," the Canadian replied, simply, "and, as a foreigner, I care very little to learn what it is. Thanks to heaven your disputes do not concern me the least in the world; but I should consider myself a coward if I abandoned a man with whom I have eaten and drunk, and by whose side I have slept, when a serious danger seems to threaten him. Hence you can safely reckon on me."

      "Thanks, caballero," the Mexican said, warmly; "you are a man whose heart is in the right place."

      "I believe it is; but I do not see why you should take the trouble to thank me for so natural a thing as this."

      Don Aurelio regarded him for a moment with repressed admiration.

      "Let me shake your hand," he said to him.

      "With pleasure," the hunter simply replied.

      During the preceding conversation the sun had risen on the horizon, and beneath the influence of its hot and enlivening beams, which made the pebbles in the road glisten like diamonds, the scenery had lost that stern appearance which the darkness had imparted to it. A warm vapour rose from the ground and formed a species of; transparent fog, that refreshed the atmosphere which was already rendered sultry by the sun; the leaves damp with dew seemed greener, the birds twittered in rivalry, and at times an elk or antelope, startled by the thundering echo of the horses' hoofs, leaped from beneath a bush, and dashed madly away with head thrown back and dilated eye; or the alligators raised their heavy heads from the mud in which they were imbedded, and after gazing at the travellers for a moment, plunged into the lake.

      The Mexicans galloped on thus without the slightest incident for about two hours, conversing together about indifferent topics, and apparently as tranquil as if they were not going to meet a probable danger. They had left for some time the banks of the lake which they had hitherto been following, and, turning to the right, entered a narrow track, the bed of a dried-up torrent, encased between two hills over which mighty oaks formed a dense dome of verdure which the sunbeams could not penetrate.

      "The Giant's Peak is only a league and a half to our left," Don Aurelio said to the Canadian.

      "In that case," the latter quietly replied, "we shall soon come up with our friends; they must be waiting for us at the end of that canyon."

      In fact, when the travellers passed through the species of defile in which they were, they saw, about fifty yards ahead of them, a party of horsemen drawn up in good order, at whose head Don Aurelio recognized, with a delight he did not attempt to conceal, the worthy adventurer. The two bands were soon commingled.

      "Thanks," the Mexican said with a smile to the Canadian; "you are a man of your word."

      "Did you doubt it?" the other remarked.

      "Certainly not."

      And they continued their journey at a gallop. They had at the most but two leagues to go ere they reached the hacienda. Moonshine spurred his horse, which soon carried him twenty yards ahead of the party.

      "Where are you going?" Don Aurelio shouted to him.

      "To scout," the hunter answered; "let me alone. We must not fall into a wasps' nest."

      "Go on, my friend," said the Mexican.

      The hunter went off; but a quarter of an hour had scarce elapsed ere his comrades saw him returning at full gallop, and making them signs to halt, which they obeyed.

      "Oh, oh!" Moonshine exclaimed, so soon as he had rejoined them, "the warning was good: whether angel or demon, the person who gave it was well informed."

      "Explain, explain," his hearers shouted.

      "Silence," the hunter replied. "Listen!"

      All did so; and then the distant detonation of firearms could be distinctly heard.

      "What is happening?" Don Aurelio asked, a prey to the liveliest anxiety.

      "A very simple thing," the hunter answered; "two or three hundred Indians, or at least men dressed in their garb, are furiously attacking the hacienda, the inhabitants of which are offering the most vigorous resistance."

      "¡Caray! Comrades, we must hasten to their assistance," Don Aurelio exclaimed.

      "That is also my opinion; but take my advice; let us not act rashly, but take our precautions, for these Indians appear to me suspicious; they manage their pieces too well, and take too good an aim to be real redskins, and Indians would never venture to attack in open daylight a fortress like the one before us."

      "Then your opinion is – "

      "That they are disguised Spaniards, viva Dios, and nought else."

      "We cannot hesitate," said the Sumach. "Every minute is worth an age. Let us approach softly, so as not to reveal our presence prematurely, and when we are near enough to the demons, let us charge them vigorously."

      "Yes, we have nothing else to do. Forward!" Don Aurelio shouted.

      "Forward!" the adventurers repeated.

      The nearer they drew, the more distinct the sound became. With the shots were mingled ferocious yells and howls uttered by the assailants, and to which the defenders of the hacienda responded with equally ferocious cries. They soon came in sight of the fortress, and perceived the combatants. The engagement was of a serious nature. The Indians, or men looking like them, fought with incredible energy and contempt of death, trying, in spite of the fire of the besieged, to escalade the walls of the hacienda, the top of which several of them were on the point of reaching. In spite of the courage they evinced, the defenders were unfortunately too few to carry on the contest much longer with any prospect of victory.

      All at once a formidable cry was raised, and the Indians, furiously attacked in the rear, were obliged to wheel round. It was the charge of the adventurers. At the same moment further succour arrived for the besieged, for a second band of strangers rushed forward like a manada

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