Part 30 (2/2)

They had looked forward to his being over them in his father's place.

They knew his goodness, and were proud of his superiority to themselves.

”Majella, you tremble,” said Alessandro, as he threw his arms around her. ”You have feared! Yet you were not alone.” He glanced at Carmena's motionless figure, standing by Baba.

”No, not alone, dear Alessandro, but it was so long!” replied Ramona; ”and I feared the men had taken you, as you feared. Was there any one there?”

”No! No one has heard anything. All was well. They thought I had just come from Pachanga,” he answered.

”Except for Carmena, I should have ridden after you half an hour ago,”

continued Ramona. ”But she told me to wait.”

”She told you!” repeated Alessandro. ”How did you understand her speech?”

”I do not know. Was it not a strange thing?” replied Ramona. ”She spoke in your tongue, but I thought I understood her, Ask her if she did not say that I must not go; that it was safer to wait; that you had so said, and you would soon come.”

Alessandro repeated the words to Carmena. ”Did you say that?” he asked.

”Yes,” answered Carmena.

”You see, then, she has understood the Luiseno words,” he said delightedly. ”She is one of us.”

”Yes,” said Carmena, gravely, ”she is one of us.” Then, taking Ramona's hand in both of her own for farewell, she repeated, in a tone as of dire prophecy, ”One of us, Alessandro! one of us!” And as she gazed after their retreating forms, almost immediately swallowed and lost in the darkness, she repeated the words again to herself,--”One of us! one of us! Sorrow came to me; she rides to meet it!” and she crept back to her husband's grave, and threw herself down, to watch till the dawn.

The road which Alessandro would naturally have taken would carry them directly by Hartsel's again. But, wis.h.i.+ng to avoid all risk of meeting or being seen by any of the men on the place, he struck well out to the north, to make a wide circuit around it. This brought them past the place where Antonio's house had stood. Here Alessandro halted, and putting his hand on Baba's rein, walked the horses close to the pile of ruined walls. ”This was Antonio's house, Majella,” he whispered. ”I wish every house in the valley had been pulled down like this. Old Juana was right. The Americans are living in my father's house, Majella,” he went on, his whisper growing thick with rage. ”That was what kept me so long.

I was looking in at the window at them eating their supper. I thought I should go mad, Majella. If I had had my gun, I should have shot them all dead!”

An almost inarticulate gasp was Ramona's first reply to this. ”Living in your house!” she said. ”You saw them?”

”Yes,” he said; ”the man, and his wife, and two little children; and the man came out, with his gun, on the doorstep, and fired it. They thought they heard something moving, and it might be an Indian; so he fired.

That was what kept me so long.”

Just at this moment Baba tripped over some small object on the ground.

A few steps farther, and he tripped again. ”There is something caught round his foot, Alessandro,” said Ramona. ”It keeps moving.”

Alessandro jumped off his horse, and kneeling down, exclaimed, ”It's a stake,--and the lariat fastened to it. Holy Virgin! what--” The rest of his e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n was inaudible. The next Ramona knew, he had run swiftly on, a rod or two. Baba had followed, and Capitan and the pony; and there stood a splendid black horse, as big as Baba, and Alessandro talking under his breath to him, and clapping both his hands over the horse's nose, to stop him, as often as he began whinnying; and it seemed hardly a second more before he had his saddle off the poor little Indian pony, and striking it sharply on its sides had turned it free, had saddled the black horse, and leaping on his back, said, with almost a sob in his voice: ”My Majella, it is Benito, my own Benito. Now the saints indeed have helped us! Oh, the a.s.s, the idiot, to stake out Benito with such a stake as that! A jack rabbit had pulled it up. Now, my Majella, we will gallop! Faster! faster! I will not breathe easy till we are out of this cursed valley. When we are once in the Santa Margarita Canon, I know a trail they will never find!”

Like the wind galloped Benito,--Alessandro half lying on his back, stroking his forehead, whispering to him, the horse snorting with joy: which were gladder of the two, horse or man, could not be said. And neck by neck with Benito came Baba. How the ground flew away under their feet! This was companions.h.i.+p, indeed, worthy of Baba's best powers.

Not in all the California herds could be found two superber horses than Benito and Baba. A wild, almost reckless joy took possession of Alessandro. Ramona was half terrified as she heard him still talking, talking to Benito. For an hour they did not draw rein. Both Benito and Alessandro knew every inch of the ground. Then, just as they had descended into the deepest part of the canon, Alessandro suddenly reined sharply to the left, and began climbing the precipitous wall. ”Can you follow, dearest Majella?” he cried.

”Do you suppose Benito can do anything that Baba cannot?” she retorted, pressing on closely.

But Baba did not like it. Except for the stimulus of Benito ahead, he would have given Ramona trouble.

”There is only a little, rough like this, dear,” called Alessandro, as he leaped a fallen tree, and halted to see how Baba took it. ”Good!” he cried, as Baba jumped it like a deer. ”Good! Majella! We have got the two best horses in the country. You'll see they are alike, when daylight comes. I have often wondered they were so much alike. They would go together splendidly.”

After a few rods of this steep climbing they came out on the top of the canon's south wall, in a dense oak forest comparatively free from underbrush. ”Now,” said Alessandro, ”I can go from here to San Diego by paths that no white man knows. We will be near there before daylight.”

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