"You are better; you will soon be well again. I am glad to see that you
recover."
He said this without offering his hand.
"I am indebted to you for my life. Is it not so?"
It is strange that I felt convinced of this the moment that I set my
eyes upon the man. I think such an idea crossed my mind before, after
awaking from my long dream. Had I encountered him in my struggles for
water, or had I dreamed it?
"Oh yes!" answered he, with a smile, "but you will remember that I had
something to do with your being exposed to the risk of losing it."
"Will you take this hand? Will you forgive me?"
After all, there is something selfish even in gratitude. How strangely
had it changed my feelings towards this man! I was begging the hand
which, but a few days before, in the pride of my morality, I had spurned
from me as a loathsome thing.
But there were other thoughts that influenced me. The man before me was
the husband of the lady; was the father of Zoe. His character, his
horrid calling, were forgotten; and the next moment our hands were
joined in the embrace of friendship.
"I have nothing to forgive. I honour the sentiment that induced you to
act as you did. This declaration may seem strange to you. From what
you knew of me, you acted rightly; but there may be a time, sir, when
you will know me better: when the deeds which you abhor may seem not
only pardonable, but justifiable. Enough of this at present. The
object of my being now at your bedside is to request that what you do
know of me be not uttered here."
His voice sank to a whisper as he said this, pointing at the same time
towards the door of the room.
"But how," I asked, wishing to draw his attention from this unpleasant
theme, "how came I into this house? It is yours, I perceive. How came
I here? Where did you find me?"
"In no very safe position," answered he, with a smile. "I can scarcely
claim the merit of saving you. Your noble horse you may thank for
that."
"Ah, my horse! my brave Moro! I have lost him."
"Your horse is standing at the maize-trough, not ten paces from where
you lie. I think you will find him in somewhat better condition than
when you last saw him. Your mules are without. Your packs are safe.
You will find them here," and he pointed to the foot of the bed.
"And--"
"Gode you would ask for," said he, interrupting me. "Do not be uneasy
on his account. He, too, is in safety. He is absent just now, but will
soon return."
"How can I thank you? This is good news indeed. My brave Moro! and Alp
here! But how? you say my horse saved me. He has done so before: how
can this be?"
"Simply thus: we found you many miles from this place, on a cliff that
overlooks the Del Norte. You were hanging over on your lasso, that by a
lucky accident had become entangled around your body. One end of it was
knotted to the bit-ring, and the noble animal, thrown back upon his
haunches, sustained your weight upon his neck!"
"Noble Moro! what a terrible situation!"
"Ay, you may say that! Had you fallen from it, you would have passed
through a thousand feet of air before striking the rocks below. It was
indeed a fearful situation."
"I must have staggered over in my search for water."
"In your delirium you walked over. You would have done so a second time
had we not prevented you. When we drew you up on the cliff, you
struggled hard to get back. You saw the water below, but not the
precipice. Thirst is a terrible thing--an insanity of itself."
"I remember something of all this. I thought it had been a dream."
"Do not trouble your brain with these things. The doctor here
admonishes me to leave you. I have an object, as I have said," (here a
sad expression passed over the countenance of the speaker), "else I
should not have paid you this visit. I have not many moments to spare.
To-night I must be far hence. In a few days I shall return. Meanwhile,
compose yourself, and get well. The doctor here will see that you want
for nothing. My wife and daughter will nurse you."
"Thanks! thanks!"
"You will do well to remain where you are until your friends return from
Chihuahua. They must pass not far from this place, and I will warn you
when they are near. You are a student. There are books here in
different languages. Amuse yourself. They will give you music.
Monsieur, adieu!"
"Stay, sir, one moment! You seem to have taken a strange fancy to my
horse?"
"Ah! monsieur, it was no fancy; but I will explain that at some other
time. Perhaps the necessity no longer exists."
"Take him, if you will. Another will serve my purpose."
"No, monsieur. Do you think I could rob you of what you esteem so
highly, and with such just reason, too? No, no! Keep the good Moro. I
do not wonder at your attachment to the noble brute."
"You say that you have a long journey to-night. Then take him for the
time."
"That offer I will freely accept, for indeed my own horse is somewhat
jaded. I have been two days in the saddle. Well, adieu!"
Seguin pressed my hand and walked away. I heard the "chinck, chinck" of
his spurs as he crossed the apartment, and the next moment the door
closed behind him.
I was alone, and lay listening to every sound that reached me from
without. In about half an hour after he had left me, I heard the
hoof-strokes of a horse, and saw the shadow of a horseman passing
outside the window. He had departed on his journey, doubtless on the
performance of some red duty connected with his fearful avocation!
I lay for a while harassed in mind, thinking of this strange man. Then
sweet voices interrupted my meditations; before me appeared lovely
faces, and the Scalp-hunter was forgotten.