The White Scalper. Gustave Aimard

to camp—the road is free, and no one will try to oppose your passing. As for you, John Davis, please to follow me. Your long absence has caused a degree of alarm which your presence will doubtless dissipate. I had orders to try and obtain news of you."

      "Good-bye for the present," the Colonel said; "forget, Señor Davis, what passed between us at the outset of our meeting, and merely remember the manner in which we separate."

      "May we, Colonel, meet again under happier auspices, when I may be permitted to express to you all the sympathy with which your frank and loyal character inspires me."

      After exchanging a few words more, and cordially shaking hands, the three men separated. Colonel Melendez set off at a gallop in the direction of the rancho, while the monk and Davis started at an equal pace in exactly the opposite direction. It was about midnight when the Colonel reached the main guard, where an aide-de-camp of the General was waiting for him. A certain degree of animation appeared to prevail in the rancho. Instead of sleeping, as they might be expected to be doing at so late an hour, the soldiers were traversing the streets in large numbers; in short, an extreme agitation was visible everywhere.

      "What is the matter?" the Colonel asked the aide-de-camp.

      "The General will tell you himself," the officer answered, "for he is impatiently expecting you, and has already asked several times for you."

      "Oh, then, there is something new."

      "I believe so."

      The Colonel pushed on ahead, and in a few minutes found himself before the house occupied by the General. The house was full of noise and light; but so soon as the General perceived the young man, he left the officers with whom he was talking, and walked quickly toward him.

      "Here you are at last," he said; "I was impatiently expecting you."

      "What is the matter then?" the Colonel asked, astounded at this reception, which he was far from expecting, for he had left the camp so quiet, and found it on his return so noisy.

      "You shall know, Señores," the General added addressing the officers in the room: "be kind enough not to go away. I shall be with you in an instant. Follow me, Colonel."

      Don Juan bowed, and passed into an adjoining room, the door of which the General shut after him. Hardly were they alone, ere the General took the young man affectionately by one of his coat buttons, and fixed on him a glance that seemed trying to read the depths of his heart.

      "Since your departure," he said, "we have had a visit from a friend of yours."

      "A friend of mine?" the young man repeated.

      "Or, at any rate, of a man who gives himself out as such."

      "I only know one man in this country," the Colonel replied distinctly, "who, despite the opinions that divide us, can justly assume that title."

      "And that man is?"

      "The Jaguar."

      "Do you feel a friendship for him?"

      "Yes."

      "But he is a bandit."

      "Possibly he is so to you, General; from your point of sight, it is possible that you are right. I neither descry his character, nor condemn him; I am attached to him, for he saved my life."

      "But you fight against him, for all that."

      "Certainly; for being hurled into two opponent camps, each of us serves the cause that appears to him the better. But, for all that, we are not the less attached to each other in our hearts."

      "I am not at all disposed to blame you, my friend, for our inclinations should be independent of our political opinions. But let us return to the subject which at this moment is the most interesting to us. A man, I say, presented himself during your absence at the outposts as being a friend of yours."

      "That is strange," the Colonel muttered, searching his memory; "and did he mention his name?"

      "Of course; do you think I would have received him else? However, he is in this very house, for I begged him to await your return."

      "But his name, my dear General?"

      "He calls himself Don Felix Paz."

      "Oh," the Colonel exclaimed eagerly, "he spoke the truth, General, for he is really one of my dearest friends."

      "Then we can place in him——"

      "Full and entire confidence; I answer for him on my head," the young officer interrupted warmly.

      "I am the more pleased at what you tell me, because this man assured me that he held in his hands means that would enable us to give the rebels a tremendous thrashing."

      "If he has promised it, General, he will do so without doubt. I presume you have had a serious conversation with him?"

      "Not at all. You understand, my friend, that I was not willing, till I had previously conversed with you, to listen to this man, who after all might have been a spy of the enemy."

      "Capital reasoning; and what do you propose doing now?"

      "Hearing him; he told me enough for me, in the prevision of what is happening at this moment, to have everything prepared for action at a moment's notice; hence no time will have been lost."

      "Very good! We will listen to him then."

      The General clapped his hands, and an aide-de-camp came in.

      "Request Don Felix to come hither, Captain."

      Five minutes later, the ex-Major-domo of the Larch-tree hacienda entered the room where the two officers were.

      "Forgive me, Caballero," the General said courteously as he advanced to meet him, "for the rather cold manner in which I received you; but unfortunately we live in a period when it is so difficult to distinguish friends from enemies, that a man involuntarily runs the risk of confounding one with the other, and making a mistake."

      "You have no occasion to apologise to me, General," Don Felix answered; "when I presented myself at your outposts in the way I did, I anticipated what would happen to me."

      The Colonel pressed his friend's hand warmly. A lengthened explanation was unnecessary for men of this stamp; at the first word they understood each other. They had a lengthened conversation, which did not terminate till a late hour of the night, or rather an early hour of the morning, for it struck four at the moment when the General opened the door of the room in which they were shut up, and accompanied them, conversing in whispers, to the saguan of the house.

      What had occurred during this lengthened interview? No one knew; not a syllable transpired as to the arrangements made by the General with the two men who had remained so long with him. The officers and soldiers were suffering from the most lively curiosity, which was only increased by the General's orders to raise the camp.

      Don Felix was conducted by the Colonel to the outermost post, where they separated after shaking hands and exchanging only one sentence—

      "We shall meet again soon."

      The Colonel then returned at a gallop to his quarters, while Don Felix buried himself in the forest as rapidly as his horse could carry him. On returning to camp, the Colonel at once ordered the boot and saddle to be sounded, and without waiting for further orders, put himself at the head of about five hundred cavalry, and left the rancho.

      It was nearly five in the morning, the sun was rising in floods of purple and gold, and all seemed to promise a magnificent day. The General, who had mounted to his observatory, attentively followed with a telescope the movements of the Colonel, who, through the speed at which he went, not only got down the hill within a quarter of an hour, but had also crossed, without obstacle, a stream as wide as the Rio Trinidad itself. The General anxiously watched this operation, which is so awkward for an armed body of men; he saw the soldiers close up, and then, at a sign from the leader, this column stretched out like a serpent undoing its rings, went into the water,