Rifle Rangers

The Rifle Rangers

Name: The Rifle Rangers
Author: Reid, Mayne, 1818-1883

作者：Reid, Mayne, 1818-1883
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Produced by Nick Hodson of London, England
BY CAPTAIN MAYNE REID
CHAPTER ONE.
THE LAND OF ANAHUAC.
I tremble and worship.
CHAPTER TWO.
AN ADVENTURE AMONG THE CREOLES OF NEW ORLEANS.
CHAPTER THREE.
A VOLUNTEER RENDEZVOUS.
CHAPTER FOUR.
LIFE ON THE ISLAND OF LOBOS.
CHAPTER FIVE.
A SKELETON ADVENTURE.
I made no further inquiries about the "Death."
CHAPTER SIX.
THE LANDING AT SACRIFICIOS.
CHAPTER SEVEN.
THE CITY OF THE TRUE CROSS.
CHAPTER EIGHT.
MAJOR BLOSSOM.
I broke the seal with delight:
I was about to depart when the major stopped me with a loud "Hilloa!"
CHAPTER NINE.
SCOUTING IN THE CHAPARRAL.
CHAPTER TEN.
ADVENTURE WITH A CAYMAN.
CHAPTER ELEVEN.
DON COSME ROSALES.
I began to think I was interrogated by a lunatic.
I could not deny that I was both the one and the other.
CHAPTER TWELVE.
A MEXICAN DINNER.
Here the voice of Don Cosme was heard calling out--
Someone answered, "No."
I had fallen into a somewhat painful reverie.
I started up so suddenly as almost to overturn one of the tables.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN.
A SUBTERRANEAN DRAWING-ROOM.
I saw that concealment would be idle. The major had fired the train.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN.
A LITTLE FAIR WEATHER AGAIN.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN.
THE SCOUT CONTINUED, WITH A VARIETY OF REFLECTIONS.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.
ONE WAY OF TAMING A BULL.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.
A BRUSH WITH THE GUERILLEROS.
I recognised the deserter, Dubrosc!
CHAPTER NINETEEN.
A HERCULEAN FEAT.
CHAPTER TWENTY.
RUNNING THE GAUNTLET.
I wrote the following words on a scrap of paper:--
As I handed the paper to Raoul, I whispered in his ear--
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE.
A SHORT FIGHT AT "LONG SHOT".
I leaped from the roof, and ordered the bugler to sound the _assembly_.
I recognised the horse and figure of Dubrosc.
I fired, but the ball sank at least fifty paces in front of the enemy.
CHAPTER TWENTY TWO.
THE RESCUE.
I could not help smiling as I thanked the hunter for my safety.
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE.
THE COCUYO.
I sprang forward to the side of Raoul and called out:
I recognised the guide given me by Don Cosme.
I bent my head to the paper, and read in Spanish:
CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR.
LUPE AND LUZ.
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE.
A TOUGH NIGHT OF IT AFTER ALL.
Ah, jealous heart--it is easy to say "forget!"
CHAPTER TWENTY SIX.
THE LIGHT AFTER THE SHADE.
I did not approach the mirror. I dared not.
I repeated the observation.
I was about to speak, when she continued:
CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN.
A DISAPPOINTMENT AND A NEW PLAN.
CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT.
A FOOLHARDY ADVENTURE.
I swung myself up to the street. Raoul shut down the trap with care.
CHAPTER TWENTY NINE.
HELP FROM HEAVEN.
I could not help admiring the spirit of my brave comrade.
I approached the great door and knocked boldly.
CHAPTER THIRTY.
A SHOT IN THE DARK.
I sat for a moment, hesitating.
CHAPTER THIRTY ONE.
CAPTURED BY GUERILLEROS.
I looked up. The man was standing over us.
CHAPTER THIRTY TWO.
A BLIND RIDE.
CHAPTER THIRTY THREE.
A DRINK A LA CHEVAL.
CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR.
AN ODD WAY OF OPENING A LETTER.
CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE.
THE COBRA-DI-CAPELLO.
CHAPTER THIRTY SIX.
THE HEAD-QUARTERS OF THE GUERILLA.
CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN.
CHANE'S COURTSHIP.
The dish was emptied, as Clayley observed, in a "squirrel's jump."
The Irishman commenced undoing the string that carried his "relics."
The woman smiled, and repeated, "_No entiende_."
CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT.
THE DANCE OF THE TAGAROTA.
CHAPTER THIRTY NINE.
A KISS IN THE DARK.
I returned to the aperture and listened.
I could tell that he was creeping nearer and nearer.
I recognised the voice that had addressed me in the morning.
CHAPTER FORTY.
MARIA DE MERCED.
CHAPTER FORTY ONE.
THE PURSUIT.
CHAPTER FORTY TWO.
A NEW AND TERRIBLE ENEMY.
I pointed upward. A yell from Lincoln announced his approval.
CHAPTER FORTY THREE.
A BATTLE WITH BLOODHOUNDS.
CHAPTER FORTY FOUR.
AN INDIAN RUSE.
CHAPTER FORTY FIVE.
A COUP D'ECLAIR.
CHAPTER FORTY SIX.
A BRIDGE OF MONKEYS.
CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN.
THE JARACHOS.
CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT.
PADRE JARAUTA.
CHAPTER FORTY NINE.
A HANG BY THE HEELS.
CHAPTER FIFTY.
A VERY SHORT TRIAL.
CHAPTER FIFTY ONE.
A BIRD'S-EYE VIEW OF A BATTLE.
CHAPTER FIFTY TWO.
AN ODD WAY OF ESCAPING FROM A BATTLE-FIELD.
CHAPTER FIFTY THREE.
A WHOLESALE CAPTURE.
CHAPTER FIFTY FOUR.
A DUEL, WITH AN ODD ENDING.
CHAPTER FIFTY FIVE.
AN ADIOS.
I started from my chair, overturning a decanter and several glasses.
I held out the dagger.
THE END.