The Freebooters: A Story of the Texan War. Gustave Aimard

to complain of his courtesy; besides, we have known each other too long for it to be otherwise."

      Carmela had softly come up to the hunter; she suddenly bent her graceful head down to him, and offered him her forehead to kiss.

      "Good day, father," she said, demurely, "you have already returned?"

      "Already!" Tranquil answered, as he kissed her and laughed, "Hang it, girl, it seems as if my absence did not appear to you long."

      "Pardon me, father, I did not mean that," she said, in great confusion.

      "What did you mean, then, my child?"

      "Oh, nothing."

      "Yes you did, you little rogue! But you cannot deceive me, with all your tricks; I am too old a fox to be taken in by a girl."

      "You are unkind, father," she answered, with a pout, "you always give a false meaning to what I say."

      "Only think of that, señorita! Well, do not be in a passion, I have brought you good news."

      "Do you mean it?" she said, clasping her hands joyfully.

      "Would you doubt my word?"

      "Oh, no, father."

      "Very good, so now sit down by my side and listen."

      "Speak, speak, father," she exclaimed eagerly, as she took the seat allotted her.

      "You seem to take great interest in Captain Melendez, my child?"

      "I, father!" she exclaimed with a start of surprise.

      "Hang it! I fancy a young lady must feel a lively interest in a person, to take such a step for his sake as you have done."

      The maiden became serious.

      "Father," she said a moment later with that little, resolute tone spoilt children know so well how to assume; "I could not tell you why I acted as I did; I swear that it was against my will, I was mad; the thought that the Captain and the Jaguar were about to engage in a mortal combat, made me chill at heart; and yet I assure you, now that I am cool, I question myself in vain to discover the reason which urged me to intercede with you to prevent that combat."

      The hunter shook his head.

      "All that is not clear, Niña," he replied; "I do not at all understand your arguments. Hang it! I am only a poor woodranger, possessing no more learning than I have drawn from the great scenes of nature I constantly have before my eyes, and a woman's heart is to me a closed book, in which I could not decipher a line. Still, girl, believe me, take care, and do not play imprudently with weapons whose strength and mechanism you are ignorant of; though the antelope be so light and active when it is leaping from rock to rock on the verge of precipices, the moment arrives when it grows giddy, its head turns, and it rolls into the abyss – I have often seen similar catastrophes in the forests. Take care, my girl, take care, and believe in the old hunter's experience."

      Carmela pensively leant her blushing brow on the Canadian's shoulder, and lifted to him her large blue eyes full of tears.

      "I am suffering, father," she murmured sadly.

      "Good Heavens! My child, you are suffering, and did not tell me – are you ill?" he exclaimed anxiously; "How imprudent it was of you to be out in the desert by night."

      "You are mistaken, father," she replied with a faint smile; "I am not ill, it is not that."

      "What is it then?"

      "I do not know, but my heart is contracted, my bosom is oppressed. Oh, I am very unhappy!"

      And hiding her head in her hands, she burst into tears. Tranquil looked at her for a moment with an astonishment mingled with terror.

      "You, unhappy!" he at length exclaimed as he smote his head passionately. "Oh, whatever has been done to her, that she should weep thus!"

      There was a silence of some minutes' duration, when the conversation seemed to take a confidential turn. Loyal Heart and Lanzi rose quietly, and soon disappeared in the chaparral. Tranquil and the maiden were hence alone. The hunter was suffering from one of those cold fits of passion which are so terrible because so concentrated; adoring the girl, he fancied in his simple ignorance that it was he who, without suspecting it, through the coarseness and frivolity of his manner, rendered her unhappy, and he accused himself in his heart for not having secured her that calm and pleasant life he had dreamed for her.

      "Forgive me, my child," he said to her with emotion; "forgive me for being the involuntary cause of your suffering. You must not be angry with me, for really it is no fault of mine, I have always lived alone in the desert, and never learned how to treat natures so frail as those of women; but henceforth I will watch myself. You will have no reason to reproach me again. I promise you I will do all you wish, my darling child – well, does that satisfy you?"

      By a sudden reaction, the maiden wiped away her tears, and bursting into a joyous laugh, threw her arms round the hunter's neck, and kissed him repeatedly.

      "It is you who should pardon me, father," she said in her wheedling voice, "for I seem to take pleasure in tormenting you, who are so kind to me; I did not know what I was saying just now; I am not unhappy, I do not suffer, I am quite happy, and love you dearly, my good father; I only love you."

      Tranquil looked at her in alarm; he could not understand these sudden changes of humour, whose cause escaped him.

      "Good Heavens!" he exclaimed, clasping his hands in terror; "My daughter is mad!"

      At this exclamation, the laughing girl's gaiety was augmented. The silvery sound of her laugh would have made a nightingale die of envy.

      "I am not mad, father," she said, "I was so just now when I spoke to you in the way I did, but now the crisis has past; forgive me, and think no more about it."

      "Hum!" the hunter muttered, as he raised his eyes to Heaven in great embarrassment; "I desire nothing more, Niña; but I am no further on than I was before, and on my word I understand nothing of what is passing through your mind."

      "What matter, so long as I love you, father? All girls are so, and no importance must be attached to their caprices."

      "Good, good, it must be so since you say it, little one. But for all that, I suffered terribly, your words rent my heart."

      Carmela lovingly kissed him.

      "And the Jaguar?" she asked.

      "All is arranged; the Captain has nothing to fear from him."

      "Oh, the Jaguar has a noble heart; if he has pledged his word, he may be trusted."

      "He has given it to me."

      "Thanks, father. Well, now that all is arranged according to our wishes – "

      "Your wishes?" the hunter interrupted.

      "Mine or yours, father – is that not the same thing?"

      "That is true, I was wrong – go on."

      "Well, I say, call your friends, who are walking about close by, I suppose, and let me eat, for I am dying of hunger."

      "Are you?" he said eagerly.

      "Indeed, I am; but I was ashamed to tell you."

      "In that case you will not have long to wait."

      The Canadian whistled; and the two men, who probably only awaited this signal, made their appearance at once. The venison was removed from the fire, laid on a leaf, and all seated themselves comfortably.

      "Hilloh!" Tranquil said all at once, "Why, where is Quoniam?"

      "He left us shortly after your departure," Loyal Heart made answer "to go to the Larch-tree hacienda, as he told us."

      "All right, I did not think of that; I am not anxious about my old comrade, for he will manage to find us again."

      Each then began eating with good appetite, and troubled themselves no further about the Negro's absence. It is a noteworthy fact, that men whom the life they lead compels to a continual employment of their physical faculties, whatever may be the circumstances in which they are, or the dangers that surround them – always eat with a good appetite, and sleep