The White Chief: A Legend of Northern Mexico

by Mayne Reid

  CHAPTER NINETEEN.

  The Comandante, with his friend Roblado, alone remained in the room, andcontinued the conversation with a fresh glass and cigar.

  "And you really think, Roblado, that the fellow had encouragement. Ithink so too, else he would never have dared to act as he did."

  "I am quite sure of it now. That he saw her last night, and alone, I amcertain. As I approached the house I saw a man standing before thereja, and leaning against the bars, as if conversing with some oneinside. Some friend of Don Ambrosio, thought I.

  "As I drew nearer, the man, who was muffled in a manga, walked off andleaped upon a horse. Judge my surprise on recognising in the horse theblack stallion that was yesterday ridden by the cibolero!

  "When I entered the house and made inquiries as to who were at home, theservants informed me that master was at the _mineria_, and that theSenorita had retired, and could see no one that night!

  "By Heaven! I was in such a passion, I hardly knew what I said at themoment. The thing's scarce credible; but, that this low fellow is onsecret terms with her, is as sure as I am a soldier."

  "It does seem incredible. What do you mean to do, Roblado?"

  "Oh! I'm safe enough about her. She shall be better watched for thefuture. I've had a hint given to Don Ambrosio. You know my secret wellenough, colonel. Her _mine is my loadstone_; but it is a cursed queerthing to have for one's rival such a fellow as this! Ha! ha! ha!"

  Roblado's laugh was faint and unreal. "Do you know," continued he,striking on a new idea, "the padre don't like the guero family. That'sevident from the hints he let drop to-night. We may get this fellow outof the way without much scandal, if the Church will only interfere. Thepadres can expel him at once from the settlement if they can onlysatisfy themselves that he is a `heretico.' Is it not so?"

  "It is," coldly replied Vizcarra, sipping his wine; "but to expel _him_,my dear Roblado, _some one else_ might be also driven off. The rosewould be plucked along with the thorn. You understand?"

  "Perfectly."

  "That, then, of course, I don't wish--at least not for the present.After some time we may be satisfied to part with rose, thorn, bush,roots, and all. Ha! ha! ha!"

  "By the way, colonel," asked the captain, "have you made any progressyet?--have _you_ been to the house?"

  "No, my dear fellow; I have not had time. It's some distance, remember.Besides, I intend to defer my visit until this fellow is out of theway. It will be more convenient to carry on my courtship in hisabsence."

  "Out of the way! what do you mean?"

  "That the cibolero will shortly start for the Plains--to be gone,perhaps, for several months, cutting up buffalo-beef, tricking theIndians, and such-like employments."

  "Ho! that's not so bad."

  "So you see, querido camarado, there's no need for violence in thematter. Have patience--time enough for everything. Before my boldbuffalo-hunter gets back, both our little affairs will be settled, Itrust. You shall be the owner of rich mines, and I--"

  A slight knock at the door, and the voice of Sergeant Gomez was heard,asking to see the Comandante.

  "Come in, sergeant!" shouted the colonel. The brutal-looking trooperwalked into the room, and, from his appearance, it was plain he had justdismounted from a ride.

  "Well, sergeant?" said Vizcarra, as the man drew near; "speak out!Captain Roblado may know what you have to say."

  "The party, colonel, lives in the very last house down the valley,--fullten miles from here. There are but the three, mother, sister, andbrother--the same you saw at the fiesta. There are three or four Tagnoservants, who help the man in his business. He owns a few mules, oxen,and carts, that's all. These he makes use of in his expeditions, uponone of which he is about to start in three or four days at the furthest.It is to be a long one, I heard, as he is to take a new route over theLlano Estacado."

  "Over the Llano Estacado?"

  "Such, I was told, was his intention."

  "Anything else to say, sergeant?"

  "Nothing, colonel, except that the girl has a sweetheart--the same youngfellow who bet so heavily against you at the fiesta."

  "The devil!" exclaimed Vizcarra, while a deep shadow crossed hisforehead.

  "He, indeed! I suspected that. Where does he live?"

  "Not far above them, colonel. He is the owner of a rancho, and isreputed rich--that is for a ranchero."

  "Help yourself to a glass of Catalan, sergeant."

  The trooper stretched out his hand, laid hold of a bottle, and, havingfilled one of the glasses, bowed respectfully to the officers, and drankoff the brandy at a draught. Seeing that he was not wanted further, hetouched his shako and withdrew.

  "So, camarado, you see it is right enough, so far as you are concerned."

  "And for you also!" replied Roblado.

  "Not exactly."

  "Why not?"

  "I don't like the story of this sweetheart--this ranchero. The fellowpossesses money--a spirit, too, that may be troublesome. He's not theman one would be called upon to fight--at least not one in my position;but _he_ is one of these people--what the cibolero is not--and has theirsympathies with him. It would be a very different thing to get involvedwith him in an affair. Bah! what need I care? I never yet failed.Good night, camarado!"

  "_Buenos noches_!" replied Roblado; and both, rising simultaneously fromthe table, retired to their respective sleeping-rooms.