Part 4 (1/2)
”I am sure of it. The chief has just shown me the perfectly formed mark of his horse's hoof.”
”Oh! Oh!” Don Miguel objected, ”a horseshoe is a very slight sign; all are alike.”
”Yes, as one tree resembles the other,” Valentine answered quickly.
”Listen: the chief has observed that the squatter, I know not by what accident, is mounted on a horse shod on all four feet, while the men composing his band have theirs only shod on the front feet; in addition, this horse in stepping throws back its feet, which causes the mark to be indistinct.”
”In truth,” Bloodson remarked, ”the observation is correct, and only an Indian could make it; but Red Cedar is at the head of a numerous party, which cannot have pa.s.sed along this way, or we should notice the trail.”
”That is true,” the general said; ”what do you conclude from that?”
”A very simple thing; it is probable that Red Cedar has, for reasons unknown to us, left his men encamped some miles from here, and has ridden this way alone.”
”I have it,” Bloodson said; ”not far from the spot where we now are, there is a nest of pirates, and Red Cedar has probably gone to ask their a.s.sistance in case of need.”
”That's it,” Valentine added; ”the track is quite fresh, so our man cannot be far from us.”
”We must pursue him,” Don Pablo quickly said, who had, till this moment, maintained a gloomy silence.
”What do you say, gentlemen?” Valentine asked, turning to the rest.
”Pursue him,” they answered unanimously.
Then, without further deliberation, they began following the trail, under the guidance of Valentine and Curumilla.
What the hunter stated had really happened. Red Cedar, when he entered the desert, after installing his band in a strong position, remounted his horse and set out, warning all his comrades that he should return within four days at the most, and leaving them temporarily under the orders of the monk.
Red Cedar did not fancy himself so closely pursued by Valentine, and hence had taken but slight precautions to conceal his track.
As he proceeded alone, in spite of the trail found by Curumilla, he would doubtless have escaped pursuit, had not a dog followed him from camp without his knowledge. The track left by that animal served as a guide to the pursuers at the moment when they had completely lost his trail. Valentine and Curumilla had dismounted, and were advancing slowly and examining the sand and soil over which they pa.s.sed.
”Take care,” the Trail-hunter said to his comrades, who followed him step by step; ”do not come on so quickly; when picking up a trail you must mind where you put your foot down, and not look on both sides.
Stay,” he added, suddenly stooping and stopping Don Pablo; ”here are traces you were just about to efface. Let us have a look at this: they are the marks of the horseshoe we have lost for some time. Red Cedar's horse has a peculiar way of putting down its feet, which I guarantee to recognise at the first glance. Hum, hum,” he continued, ”now I know where to find him.”
”You are sure of it?” Don Miguel interrupted.
”It is not difficult, as you shall see.”
”Forward, forward!” Don Pablo and the general shouted.
”Caballeros,” the hunter observed, ”be good enough to remember that on the prairies you must never raise your voice. The branches have eyes and the leaves ears here. Now, to remount and cross the river.”
The six men, combined in a compact body, in order to afford a greater resistance to the current, which was very powerful at this spot, forced their horses into the Gila. The pa.s.sage was executed without any obstacle, and the horses soon landed on the other bank.
”Now,” Valentine said, ”open your eyes, for the hunt begins here.”
Don Pablo and the general remained on the bank to guard the horses, and the remainder of the party set out, forming a line of tirailleurs sixty feet long. Valentine had recommended his companions to concentrate their researches on a s.p.a.ce of one hundred and fifty yards at most, in a semicircle, so as to reach an almost impenetrable thicket, situated at the foot of the hill by the riverside.
Each man advanced cautiously, with his gun thrust forward, looking on all sides at once, and not leaving a bush, a pebble, or a blade of gra.s.s unexamined. Suddenly Curumilla imitated the cry of the jay, the signal for a.s.sembling in the event of any important discovery. All rushed toward the spot whence the signal came; in the midst of the lofty gra.s.s, the ground was trampled and the lower branches broken.
”Red Cedar's horse was tied up here,” Valentine said. ”Attention! We are about to catch the bear in his den. You know with what sort of men we have to deal; be prudent: if not, there will soon be broken bones and punctured skins among us.”