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

interview of the previous evening had taken place in the darkness, and then fought obstinately; but they had found no time to form mutual opinions as they now did with the infallible glance of men who are accustomed to judge in a second, persons with whom they have dealings. The Jaguar was the first to break the silence.

      "You will excuse, Caballero," he said, "the rusticity of my reception: banished men have no other palace save the dome of the forests that shelter them."

      The Captain bowed.

      "I was far from expecting," he said, "so much courtesy from – "

      He stopped, not daring to utter the word that rose to his lips, through fear of offending the other.

      "From bandits, I suppose, Captain?" the Jaguar replied, with a smile. "Oh, no denial, I know what we are called at Mexico. Yes, Caballero, at the present day we are outlaws, border ruffians, freebooters; tomorrow, perhaps, we shall be heroes and saviours of a people; but so the world goes; but let us leave that. You wished to speak to me, I heard."

      "Did you not also evince a desire, Caballero, to have an interview with me?"

      "I did, Captain; I have only one question to ask you, though – will you promise me to answer it?"

      "On my honour, if it be possible."

      The Jaguar reflected for a moment, and then continued —

      "You hate me, I suppose?"

      "What makes you imagine that?"

      "How do I know?" the Jaguar replied, with embarrassment; "a thousand reasons, as, for instance, the obstinacy with which you sought to take my life a few hours agone."

      The Captain drew himself up, and his face assumed a stern expression which it had not worn hitherto.

      "I pledge you my word to be frank with you, Caballero," he said.

      "I thank you beforehand."

      "Between yourself and me, personally, no hatred can exist – at any rate, not on my side; I do not know you, I only saw you yesterday for the first time; never, to my cognizance, have you come across my path before, hence I have no reason to hate you. But beside the man there is the soldier; as an officer in the Mexican army – "

      "Enough, Captain," the young man sharply interrupted him; "you have told me all I desired to know; political hatreds, however terrible they may be, are not eternal. You do your duty as I believe I do mine – that is to say, as well as you possibly can, and to that I have no objection. Unfortunately, instead of fighting side by side, we are in opposite camps; fatality decrees it so; perhaps, some day these unhappy dissensions will cease, and then, who knows whether we may not be friends?"

      "We are so already, Caballero," the Captain said, warmly, as he held out his hand to the Jaguar.

      The latter pressed it vigorously.

      "Let us each follow the road traced for us," he said; "but if we defend a different cause, let us maintain, when the contest is raging, that esteem and friendship which two loyal enemies ought to feel, who have measured their swords and found them of equal length."

      "Agreed," said the Captain.

      "One word more," the Jaguar continued. "I must respond to your frankness by equal frankness."

      "Speak."

      "I presume that the question I asked surprised you?"

      "I confess it."

      "Well, I will tell you why I asked it."

      "What good will that do?"

      "I must; between us two henceforth there must be nothing hidden. In spite of the hatred I ought to feel for you, I feel myself attracted to you by a secret sympathy, which I cannot explain, but which urges me to reveal to you a secret on which the happiness of my life depends."

      "I do not understand you, Caballero; the language seems strange to me. Explain yourself, in Heaven's name."

      A feverish flush suddenly covered the Jaguar's face.

      "Listen, Captain, if you only know me today for the first time, your name has been ringing in my ears for many months past."

      The officer fixed an inquiring glance on the young man.

      "Yes, yes," the latter continued, with increasing animation, "she ever has your name on her lips – she only speaks of you. Only a few days back – but why recall that? Suffice it for you to know that I love her to distraction."

      "Carmela?" the Captain muttered.

      "Yes," the Jaguar exclaimed, "you love her too!"

      "I do," the Captain replied, simply, as he looked on the ground with an air of embarrassment.

      There was a lengthened silence between the two men. It was easy to discover that each of them was having an internal fight; at length the Jaguar managed to quell the storm that growled in his heart, and went on, in a firm voice —

      "Thanks for your loyal answer, Captain; in loving Carmela you take advantage of your good right, just as I do; let this love, instead of separating, form a stronger link between us. Carmela is worthy of the love of an honourable man; let us each love her, and carry on an open warfare, without treachery or trickery; all the better for the man she may prefer. She alone must be judge between us; let her follow her heart, for she is too pure and good to deceive herself and make a bad choice."

      "Good!" the Captain exclaimed, enthusiastically; "You are a man after my own heart, Jaguar, and whatever may happen, I shall always think with gladness that I have pressed your honest hand, and am worthy of being counted among your friends. Yes, I have a deep and sincere love for Carmela; for a smile from her rosy lips I would joyfully lay down my life; but I swear that I will follow the noble example you give me, and the struggle shall be as honourable on my side as on yours."

      "Viva Cristo!" the young man said with frank and simple delight, "I was sure we should end by coming to an understanding."

      "To produce that," the Captain remarked, with a smile, "we only needed the opportunity for an explanation."

      "Canarios, I trust that it will not be repeated under similar conditions, for it is a perfect miracle that we are still alive."

      "I am not at all anxious to repeat the experiment."

      "Nor I either, I swear to you. But the sun is rapidly declining on the horizon: I need not tell you that you are free, and at liberty to go wherever you please, if it is not your intention to remain any length of time with us: I have had a horse got ready which you will permit me to offer you."

      "I gladly accept it: I do not wish to have any false pride with you, and afoot in these regions, which are quite strange to me, I should feel greatly embarrassed."

      "That need not trouble you, for I will give you a guide to accompany you, till you get in the right road."

      "A thousand thanks."

      "Where do you propose going? Of course, if my question be indiscreet, I do not expect you to answer it."

      "I have nothing to hide from you; I intend joining General Rubio as quickly as possible, to whom I must report the accident that has happened to the conducta de plata, and the terrible catastrophe of which I have been the victim."

      "It is the fortune of war, Captain."

      "I do not reproach you; I merely say it was an unfortunate affair."

      "Had it been possible to save the conducta by courage and devotion, you would have doubtless done it, for you performed your duty worthily."

      "I thank you for this praise."

      "It will be easy for you to reach General Rubio's camp before sunset."

      "Do you think so?"

      "I am sure of it, for you are only three leagues at the most from it."

      "So near as that? Had I but known it," the Captain said in a tone of regret.

      "Yes, but you were ignorant of the fact. But, nonsense, what good is it returning to that, you will take your revenge some day or the other."

      "You are right; what