Having arrived at the point where the horseman had been last seen, the
mulatto dismounted, and called up the bloodhound. He addressed some
words to the dog, and by a sign set him on the trail. The animal
understood what was wanted, and, laying his nose to the ground, ran
forward silently. The hunter again climbed back to his saddle, and both
he and his companion spurred their horses so as to keep pace with the
bloodhound.
This was easy enough, though the moon was no longer seen. The colour of
the dog--a very light red--rendered him conspicuous against the dark
greensward, and there were neither bushes nor long grass to hide him.
Moreover, by the instruction of his master, he moved slowly along the
trail--although the scent was still fresh, and he could have gone at a
much faster rate. He had been trained to track slowly in the night, and
also to be silent about it, so that the "bay" peculiar to his race was
not heard.
It was two hours, full time, before they came in sight of the grove
where the cibolero had halted. The moment the mulatto saw the timber,
he pointed to it, muttering to his companion:--
"See, boy Pepe! dog make for island--see! Bet onza guero there. Dam!
there sure!"
When they had arrived within five or six hundred yards of the grove--it
was still but dimly visible under the darkening sky--the yellow hunter
called the dog off the trail, and ordered him to keep behind. He knew
that the horseman must have passed either into the grove or close beside
it. In either case his trail could be easily taken up again. If--as
the mulatto from his excited manner evidently believed--their victim was
still in the grove, then the dog's sagacity was no longer needed. The
time was come for them to take other measures.
Diverging from his forward course, the yellow hunter rode in a circle,
keeping at about the same distance from the edge of the timber. He was
followed by his companion and the dogs.
When opposite the gap made by the avenue, a bright blaze struck suddenly
upon their eyes, causing both to rein up with an exclamation of
surprise. They had arrived at a point commanding a view of the glade,
in the centre of which they perceived a large fire!
"Told so, boy Pepe! fool's asleep yonder--never dream could trail him by
night--don't like cold--good fire--believe safe enough. Know that
glade--cunning place--only see fire from two points. Ha! yonder horse!"
The figure of a horse standing near the fire was plainly discernible
under the light.
"Dam!" continued the hunter; "guero bigger fool than thought 'im.
Mighty God, see! believe 'im sleep yonder! him, sure!"
As the mulatto uttered these words, he pointed to a dark form by the
fire. It appeared to be the body of a man, prostrate and asleep.
"_Santisima_, it is!" replied the zambo. "Snug by the fire too. He
_is_ a fool! but, sure enough, he could have no thought of our following
him in a night so dark as this."
"Hwish, dam! dog not there, guero ours! No more talk, boy Pepe! follow
me!"
The mulatto headed his horse, not direct for the grove, but for a point
on the bank of the river some distance below. They rode silently, but
now with more rapidity.
Their victim was just where they would have wished him, and they were in
a hurry to take advantage of his situation. The nature of the ground
was well-known to both, for they had shot deer from the cover of that
very copse.
On arriving at the river bank, both dismounted; and having tied both
their horses and dogs to the willows, they commenced moving forward in
the direction of the grove.
They observed less caution than they might otherwise have done. They
felt certain their victim was asleep by the fire. Fool, they thought
him! but then how was he to have suspected their presence? The most
cunning might have deemed himself secure under such circumstances. It
was natural enough that he had gone to sleep, wearied as no doubt he
was. Natural, too, that he had kindled a fire. The night had become
unpleasantly cold, and it would have been impossible to sleep without a
fire. All that seemed natural enough.
They reached the edge of the grove, and without hesitation crawled into
the underwood.
The night was still, the breeze scarce turned a leaf, and the slightest
rustling among the bushes could have been heard in any part of the
glade. A low murmur of water from a distant rapid, a light ripple in
the nearer stream, the occasional howl of the prairie wolf, and the
dismal wailing of nightbirds, were the only sounds that fell upon the
ear.
But although the man-stalkers were making their way through thick
underwood, not a sound betokened their advance. There was no rustling
of leaves, no snapping of twigs, no crackling of dead sticks under the
pressure of hand or knee, no signs of human presence within that dark
shrubbery. These men well knew how to thread the thicket. Silent, as
the snake glides through the grass, was their advance.
In the glade reigned perfect silence. In its very centre blazed a large
fire that lit up the whole surface with its brilliant flames. It was
easy to distinguish the form of a fine steed--the steed of the
cibolero--standing near the fire; and, nearer still, the prostrate form
of his master, who seemed asleep! Yes, there were the manga, the
sombrero, the botas and spurs. There was the lazo reaching from the
neck of the horse, and, no doubt, wound around the arm of the sleeper!
All these points could be determined at a glance.
The horse started, struck the ground with his hoof and then stood still
again!
What had he heard? Some wild beast moving near?
No, not a wild beast--worse than that.
Upon the southern edge of the glade a face looked out from the
underwood--a human face! It remained but a moment, and was then drawn
back behind the leaves. That face could easily have been recognised,
his yellow complexion, conspicuous under the glare of the blazing wood,
told to whom it belonged. It was the face of Manuel the mulatto.
For some moments it remained behind the leafy screen. Then it was
protruded as before, and close beside it another face of darker hue.
Both were turned in the same direction. Both regarded the prostrate
form by the fire, that still appeared to be sound asleep! The eyes of
both were gleaming with malignant triumph. Success seemed certain--
their victim was at length within their power!
The faces were again withdrawn, and for a minute neither sound nor sight
gave any indication of their presence. At the end of that minute,
however, the head of the mulatto was again protruded, but this time at a
different point, close to the surface of the ground, and where there was
an opening in the underwood.
In a moment more his whole body was drawn through, and appeared in a
recumbent position within the glade.
The head and body of the zambo followed; and both now glided silently
over the grass in the direction of the sleeper. Flat upon their
bellies, like a pair of huge lizards, they moved, one following in the
other's trail!
The mulatto was in the advance. His right hand grasped a long-blade,
knife, while his gun was carried in the left.
They moved slowly and with great caution--though ready at any moment to
spring forward should their victim awake and become aware of their
presence.
The unconscious sleeper lay between them and the fire. His form cast a
shadow over the sward. Into this they crept, with the view of better
concealment, and proceeded on.
At length the mulatto arrived within three feet of the prostrate body;
and gathering himself, he rose upon his knees with the intention of
making a spring forward. The sudden erection of his body brought his
face full into the light, and rendered it a conspicuous object. His
time was come.
The whip-like crack of a rifle was heard, and at the same instant a
stream of fire shot out from the leafy top of a live-oak that stood near
the entrance of the avenue. The mulatto suddenly sprang to his feet,
threw out his arms with a wild cry, staggered a pace or two, and,
dropping both knife and gun, fell forward into the fire!
The zambo also leaped to his feet; and, believing the shot had come from
the pretended sleeper, precipitated himself upon the latter, knife in
hand, and drove his blade with desperate earnestness into the side of
the prostrate form.
Almost on the instant he leaped back with a yell of terror; and, without
stopping to assist his fallen comrade, rushed off over the glade, and
disappeared into the underwood. The figure by the fire remained
prostrate and motionless.
But at this moment a dark form was seen to descend through the branches
of the live-oak whence the shot had come; a shrill whistle rang through
the glade; and the steed, dragging his lazo, galloped up under the tree.
A man, half-naked, and carrying a long rifle, dropped upon the horse's
back; and the next instant both horse and man disappeared through the
avenue, having gone off at full speed in the direction of the plain!