The Rebel Chief: A Tale of Guerilla Life. Gustave Aimard

anger and pride gave him the necessary strength to conceal from the spectators the frightful agony he was suffering: by a supreme effort of the will he resumed an apparent calmness, and fired again.

      "That is better," El Rayo said mockingly, "but a little too high. Try another."

      Exasperated by this fire, Don Felipe pulled the trigger.

      The bullet struck the rock about an inch above the stranger's head.

      Only one bullet was now left in the revolver.

      "Advance five paces," said El Rayo; "perhaps you will not then throw away your last chance."

      Without replying to this cutting sarcasm, the officer bounded like a wild beast, stopped at fifteen paces, and fired.

      "It is now my turn," the stranger said, as he fell back five paces to re-establish the distance; "you forgot to take your hat off, caballero, and that is a want of courtesy which I cannot tolerate."

      Then drawing one of the pistols thrust through his belt, he cocked it, stretched out his arm and fired without taking the trouble of aiming. The officer's hat was hurled from his head and rolled in the dust.

      Don Felipe uttered a howl like a wild beast.

      "Oh!" he exclaimed, "You are a demon!"

      "No," El Rayo answered, "I am an honest man. Now, begone. I leave you your life."

      "Yes, I will go; but whether you are man or fiend, I will kill you. I swear it, even if I have to pursue you to the lowest pit of hell."

      El Rayo went up to him, seized him violently by the arm, drew him on one side, and lifting the veil which covered his features, shewed him his face.

      "You recognise me now, I suppose?" he said to him in a hollow voice; "But remember that now you have seen me face to face, our first meeting will be mortal. Begone."

      Don Felipe made no reply; he remounted his horse, placed himself at the head of his terrified soldiers, and started at a gallop along the Orizaba road.

      Five minutes later only the travellers and their servants remained on the plateau. El Rayo, doubtless taking advantage of the moment of surprise and disorder produced by the close of this scene, had disappeared.

      CHAPTER V

      THE HACIENDA DEL ARENAL

      Four days had passed since the events recorded in our last chapter. Count Ludovic de la Saulay and Oliver were still riding side by side, but the place of the scene had completely changed.

      All around them extended an immense plain covered with a luxuriant vegetation, intersected by a few water courses, on the banks of which were huddled the humble cabins of several unimportant pueblos; numerous flocks browsed here and there, watched by mounted vaqueros, bearing the reata on the saddle, a machete at their side, and a long lance in its rest. Along a road, whose windings formed a yellow track on the green carpet of the plain, appeared like black dots, teams of mules hurrying toward the snowy mountains, which closed in the horizon in the distance; gigantic clumps of trees diversified the landscape, and a little to the right, on the top of a rather high hill, proudly rose the massive walls of an important hacienda.

      The two travellers were slowly following the last windings of a narrow track that ran down with a gentle slope to the plain; the curtains of trees which masqued the view suddenly falling back on the right and left, the landscape appeared suddenly to rise before them, as if it had been created by the magic wand of a mighty enchanter.

      The Count stopped and burst into a cry of admiration at the sight of the magnificent kaleidoscope which was displayed before them.

      "Ah, ah," said Oliver, "I was aware that you were an amateur, and it was a surprise I prepared for you; how do you like it?"

      "It is admirable; I never saw anything so beautiful," the young man exclaimed enthusiastically.

      "Yes," the adventurer resumed with a stifled sigh, "it is very fair for a country spoilt by the hand of man. As I have told you several times, it is only in the savannahs of the great Mexican desert that it is possible to see nature as God has made it; this is only theatrical scenery in comparison; a conventional landscape which signifies nothing."

      The Count smiled at this sally.

      "Whether conventional or not, I consider this view admirable."

      "Yes, yes, I repeat, it is a very fair success. Think how lovely this landscape must have been in the early days of the world, since, in spite of all their clumsy efforts, men have not succeeded in entirely spoiling it."

      The young man's laughter was redoubled at these words.

      "On my faith," he said, "you are a charming companion, Mr. Oliver; and when I part from you, I shall often regret your agreeable company."

      "In that case get ready to regret me, my lord," he replied with a smile, "for we have only a few minutes left to pass together."

      "How so?"

      "An hour at the most; but let us continue our journey. The sun is beginning to grow hot, and the shadow of the trees down there will be very agreeable to us."

      They loosened their horses' bridles, and slowly went down the almost insensible incline which would lead them to the plain.

      "Are you not beginning to feel the want of a rest after your fatigue, my lord?" the adventurer asked, as he carelessly rolled a cigarette.

      "Really no, thanks to you; this journey has seemed to me delightful, although slightly monotonous."

      "How monotonous?"

      "Well, in France frightful stories are told about countries beyond the sea, where bandits are found in ambush every step you take, and you cannot go ten leagues without risking your life twenty times; hence it is with some degree of apprehension that we land on these shores. I had my head stuffed with stories to make one's hair stand on end. I was prepared for surprises, ambushes, desperate fights, and all that sort of thing. Well, after all, I have made the most prosaic journey in the world, without the slightest accident which I could narrate hereafter."

      "You are not yet out of Mexico."

      "That is true; but my illusions are destroyed. I no longer believe in Mexican bandits or ferocious Indians; it is not worth the while to come so far to see nothing more than is to be seen in this country. Confound travelling! Four days ago I believed that we were going to have an adventure; while you left me alone I formed tremendous plans of battle, and then at the end of two long hours of absence, you returned with a smiling face to announce to me that you were mistaken, and that you had seen nothing, and I was obliged to dismiss all my warlike intentions. This is really having ill luck."

      "What would you have?" the adventurer replied, with an accent of almost imperceptible irony; "Civilization is so gaining on us, that we nowaday resemble the peoples of the old world, with the exception of a few slight shades."

      "Laugh away, make fun of me, I give you full liberty to do so; but let us return to our subject, if you please."

      "I wish nothing more, my lord. Did you not say among other things, while talking with me, that you intended to go to the Hacienda del Arenal, and that if you did not turn from the road instead of pushing straight on to Mexico, it was because you were afraid of losing yourself in a country which you do not know, and of not meeting persons capable of putting you on the right track again?"

      "I did say so, sir."

      "Oh! Since that is the case, the question is becoming extraordinarily simplified."

      "How so?"

      "Look before you, my lord. What do you see?"

      "A magnificent building that resembles a fortress."

      "Well, that building is the Hacienda del Arenal." The Count uttered a cry of astonishment.

      "Can it be possible? You are not deceiving me?" he asked.

      "For what purpose?" the adventurer said gently.

      "Why! In this way the surprise is even more charming than I at first supposed it."

      "Ah!