Part 58 (1/2)
”That is possible. Well, what would you have? I will run the risk; my determination is formed, and is unchangeable. So let us push on, in Heaven's name.”
”As you please, Caballero; within a quarter of an hour you will be in the presence of the man you desire to see. You will have an explanation with him, and my task will be accomplished.”
”And I shall have nothing but thanks to offer you,” the soldier quickly interrupted him; ”but let us not remain any longer here: we may attract attention, and become the mark for a bullet, which I confess to you I am not at all desirous of.”
The hunter, without replying, let his horse feel the spur, and they continued to advance.
Within a few minutes they entered the circle of light cast by the fire; almost immediately the sharp click of a rifle being c.o.c.ked was heard, and a rough voice ordered them to stop in the devil's name.
The order, though not positively polite, was not the less peremptory, and the two adventurers thought it advisable to obey.
Several armed men then issued from the entrenchments; and one of them, addressing the strangers, asked them who they were, and what they wanted at such an unseasonable hour.
”Who we are?” the American answered, firmly; ”What we want? To come in as quickly as we can.”
”That is all very fine,” the other replied; ”but, if you do not tell us your names, you will not enter so soon, especially as one of you wears a uniform which is not in the odour of sanct.i.ty with us.”
”All right, Ruperto,” the American replied, ”I am John Davis, and you know me, I suppose; so let me pa.s.s, without delay. I answer for this caballero, who has an important communication to make to the Chief.”
”You are welcome, Master John; do not be angry with me, for you know that prudence is the mother of safety.”
”Yes, yes,” the American said, with a laugh, ”deuce take me if you easily get into a sc.r.a.pe for lack of prudence, gossip.”
They then entered the camp without farther obstacle.
The border rifles were generally sleeping round the fires, but a cordon of vigilant sentries, placed at the openings of the camp, watched over the common security.
John Davis dismounted, inviting his comrade to follow his example; then, making him a sign to follow, he walked toward a tent, through the canvas of which a weak light could be seen flickering.
On reaching the entrance of the tent, the hunter stopped, and tapped twice.
”Are you asleep, Jaguar?” he asked, in a suppressed voice.
”Is that you, Davis, my old comrade?” was immediately asked from within.
”Yes.”
”Come in, for I was impatiently waiting for you.”
The American raised the curtain which covered the entrance, and glided into the tent; the soldier followed him gently, and the curtain fell down behind them.
The Jaguar, seated on a buffalo skull, was reading a voluminous correspondence by the dubious light of a _candil_; and in a corner of the tent might be seen two or three bear-skins, evidently intended to serve as a bed. On seeing the newcomers, the young man folded up the papers, and laid them in a small iron casket, the key of which he placed in his bosom, then raised his head, and looked anxiously at the soldier.
”Who's this, John?” he asked; ”Have you brought prisoners?”
”No,” the other answered, ”this caballero was most desirous of seeing you, for certain reasons he will himself explain; so I thought I had better carry out his wishes.”
”Good; we will settle with him in a moment. What have you done?”
”What you ordered me.”