THE EXCURSION.
As we have already said, Doña Marianna, although still so young, was gifted with an ardent soul and an energetic character, which the unusual dangers of a border life had, so to speak, unconsciously ripened. In life these select organizations do not know themselves; events alone, by exciting their living strength, reveal to them what they are capable of at a given moment, by urging them bravely to endure the attack of malignant fortune, and to contend resolutely with their adversary. When the Marquis, forced by the necessities of his unhappy condition, had a frank explanation with his children, and confessed to them into what difficulties he was suddenly thrown, Doña Marianna had listened to him with the most sustained attention. Then, by degrees, a species of revolution took place in her. Stronghand's words reverted to her mind, and she had a vague idea that he could avert the danger that was suspended over her father's head.
On recapitulating all that had occurred to her since her departure from Rosario—the help the hunter had rendered her on various occasions with unexampled devotion—the conversation she had held with him a few days previously, and the promise she had made him—it appeared evident to her that Stronghand, better informed than perhaps the Marquis himself was about the machinations of his enemies, held in his hands the means of saving the Moguer family, and parrying the blows which were about to be dealt them in the dark.
Then, full of hope, and confiding in the promises of this man, who had never made his appearance except to prove his devotion to her, her resolution was spontaneously formed, and without informing anyone of the project she had conceived, for fear lest an effort might be made to dissuade her, she went to her nurse's rancho, in order to obtain an interview with the hunter by the agency of her foster mother. Under existing circumstances, the step taken by Doña Marianna was not at all easy, or without dangers. The daughter of the Marquis de Moguer galloping at night along the Indian border, only accompanied by one man—devoted, it is true, but who, in spite of all his courage, would be powerless to defend her against an attack—displayed more than temerity in this action; and however great her bravery was, and the confidence she had in the honesty of the enterprise she was thus blindly undertaking, still she could not refrain from an internal shudder on thinking of her isolated position, and the ease with which she might be surprised, carried off, or even massacred by the revolted Indians. Too proud, however, to allow any of the secret fears that agitated her to be seen, Doña Marianna affected a tranquillity and freedom of mind she was far from feeling. She conversed in a low voice with her foster brother, teasing and scolding him about the difficulty he had made in granting her request, and describing her delight at a ride through such exquisite scenery on so magnificent a night.
Mariano did not think, and consequently did not understand what he supposed was a girl's fancy. Accustomed since childhood to yield to all the wishes of his foster sister, and obey her as a slave, he had on this occasion done what she desired without trying to account for such an unusual excursion, so happy did he feel at obliging her. At the same time, he felt a lively pleasure at accompanying her, and thus passing a few hours in her company. We must not mistake the feelings that animated the tigrero for Doña Marianna. He loved his foster sister with his whole soul, and would have gladly died for her; but this feeling, lively as it was, had nothing personal or interested about it; it was merely friendship, but a friendship elevated to the most complete self-denial and the most entire devotion—in a word, to the most sublime degree which this feeling can attain in the human heart. Hence the tigrero, comprehending the responsibility weighing on him, rode on, as is commonly said, with his beard on his shoulder, carefully examining the bushes, listening to the desert sounds, and ready, on the slightest alarm, bravely to defend the girl who had placed herself under his guard. The country they were traversing, though rather varied, was not, however, completely wooded: owing to the transparent brightness of the night, the view extended for a great distance, which removed all fears of a surprise, and gave a certain security to the travellers; still, they at times, fancied they saw great shadows moving on the riverbank, and flying at their approach. The young lady looked round her curiously, and then asked the tigrero whether they would soon reach the spot where Stronghand was. Mariano pointed out to her a gentle eminence forming a bend of the river, on the top of which the fugitive gleams of an expiring fire could be seen at intervals.
"That is where we are going," he said.
"Then we have only a few minutes' ride, and it is useless to hurry our horses."
"You are mistaken, niña. Not only is the track we are following very winding, and will detain us, but, through an optical illusion easy to be understood, this hill which you fancy so near to us is at least two leagues distant as the crow flies; so that, taking into account the windings, the distance is nearly doubled."
"Can we not cut across country, and thus shorten the distance?"
"Heaven forbid, niña! We should get into trembling prairies, in which we should be swallowed up in a few minutes."
"I trust to you in that case, Mariano; besides, now that, thanks to that fire, I am certain of meeting the hunter, my anxiety is less lively, and I will await patiently."
"Permit me to remark, my dear tocaya, that I did not say certainly that we should find Stronghand at this bivouac."
"What did you tell me, then?"
"Simply that we might hope to meet him here, because it is the spot where he generally encamps when hunting in these parts."
"Still, as we can perceive the flame of that watch fire—for that is really a flame, is it not?"
"Certainly; still, we have yet to learn whether this fire has been kindled by Stronghand or some other hunter. This mound is one of the most suitable places of encampment, owing to the height of the hill, which allows the country to be surveyed, and thus avoid a surprise."
"Then probably we shall not find the hunter at the encampment?"
"I do not say that either, niña," Mariano answered, with a laugh.
"But what do you mean?" the young lady said, impatiently patting the pommel of her saddle with her little hand; "you are really unendurable."
"Do not be angry, tocaya; I may be mistaken. If Stronghand is not here, perhaps we may find a hunter who will tell us where he is."
"Why not an Indian?"
"Because there are no Indians at that campfire."
"Tocayo, I must really ask this time how you can possibly know that?"
"Very easily, niña; I do not require to be a sorcerer to guess so simple a thing."
"Do you consider it so simple?"
"Certainly; nothing can be more so."
"In that case I will ask you to explain, for it is always worth while learning."
"You fancy you are joking, niña; and yet there is always something to be learned in the desert."
"Good, good, tocayo; I know that; but I am waiting for your explanation."
"Listen then. This fire, as I told you, is not an Indian fire."
"That is not exactly what you said to me. Go on, however."
"The Indians, when they camp on the white man's border, never light a fire, for fear of revealing their presence; or if compelled to light one in order to cook their food, they are most careful to diminish the flame, in the first place by digging a deep hole in the ground, and next by only using extremely dry wood, which burns without crackling, flaming, or producing smoke, and which they carry with them for long distances, in case they might not find it on their road."
"But, my friend, that fire is scarce visible."
"That is true; but still it is sufficiently so for us to have perceived it a long distance off, and thus discovered the existence of a bivouac at this spot which, under present circumstances, would entail the surprise and consequent death of the imprudent men who lit it, if they were Indians instead of hunters."
"Excellently reasoned, compañero, and like a man accustomed to a desert life!" A rough, though good-humoured voice suddenly said, a few yards from them.
The travellers started and pulled up sharply, while anxiously investigating the surrounding thickets. Mariano, however, did not lose his head under these critical circumstances; but with a movement swift as thought raised his rifle, and covered a man who was standing by the side of a thicket, with his hands crossed on the muzzle of a long gun.
"Hold, compadre!" the stranger continued, not at all disturbed by the tigrero's hostile demonstration; "Pay attention to what you are about. A thousand fiends! Do you know that you run a risk of killing a friend?"
Mariano hesitated for a moment; and then, without raising his rifle, remarked—
"I fancy I recognise that voice."
"By Jove!" the other said, "It would be a fine joke if you did not."
"Wait a minute; are you not Whistler?"
"All right, you remember now," the Canadian said with a laugh; for the person was really the hunter whom the reader saw for a moment at the village of the Papazos.
The tigrero uncocked his rifle, which he threw over his shoulder, and said to Marianna—"It is a friend."
"Are you quite sure of this man?" she asked in a low, quick voice.
"As of myself."
"Who is he?"
"A Canadian hunter or trapper. He has all the defects of the race, but at the same time all its qualities."
"I will believe you, for his countrymen are generally regarded as honest men. Ask him what he was doing on the skirt of the track."
Mariano obeyed.
"I was attending to my business," Whistler replied with a grin; "and pray what may you be doing, so poorly accompanied at this hour of the night, when the Indians have taken the field?"
"I am travelling, as you see."
"Yes, but every journey has an object, I suppose."
"It has."
"Well, I do not see what end yours can achieve by continuing in that direction."
"Still, we are going to do so till we have found the man we are in search of."
"I will not ask you any questions, although I may perhaps have a right to do so; still, I fancy you would act more wisely in turning back than in obstinately going on."
"I am not able to do so."
"Why not?"
"Because I have not the command of the expedition, and I cannot undertake such a responsibility."
"Ah, who is the chief, then? I only see two persons."
"You seem to forget, señor," Doña Marianna said, joining in the conversation for the first time, "that one of these two persons is a female."
"Of course she must command," the trapper answered with a courteous bow; "pray excuse me, madam."
"I the more willingly do so, because I hope to obtain from you important information about the object of the journey we have undertaken, perhaps somewhat too carelessly, in these desolate regions."
"I shall be too happy to be agreeable to you, my lady, if it be in my power."
"Permit me, in that case, to ask you a few questions."
"Pray do so."
"I wish to know what the camp is whose watch fires I perceive a short distance off."
"A hunter's bivouac."
"Only hunters?"
"Yes, they are all white hunters or trappers."
"I thank you, señor. Do you know these men?"
"Very well, considering I am a member of the band." Doña Marianna hesitated for a moment.
"Forgive me, sir," she continued, "I am in search of a hunter with whom grave reasons force me to desire an immediate interview; perhaps he is among your comrades."
"Do you know him personally, madam?"
"Yes, and am under great obligations to him. He is called Stronghand."
The trapper eagerly walked up to the young lady, and attentively examined her.
"You wish to have an immediate interview with Stronghand?"
"Yes, I repeat, señor, for reasons of the highest importance."
"In case you are Doña Marianna de Moguer."
"What!" she exclaimed, in surprise, "You know my name?"
"That needs not astonish you, madam," he said, with the most exquisite politeness; "I am the intimate friend of Stronghand. Without entering into any details that might justly offend you, my friend told me that you might perchance come and ask for him at our campfire."
"He knew it, then," she murmured, in a trembling voice; "but how did he learn it?"
Though these words were uttered in a whisper, Whistler heard them.
"He doubtless hoped it would be so, without daring to credit it, madam," he answered.
"Good heavens!" she continued, "What does this mean?"
"That my friend, in his eager desire to be agreeable to you, and foreseeing the chance of your coming during his absence, warned me, in order to spare you a very difficult search, and thus induce you to grant me a little of that confidence you deign to honour him with."
"I thank you, sir. Now that you know me, would it be taxing your courtesy too greatly to ask you to guide my companion and myself to your bivouac?"
"I am at your orders, madam, and believe me that you will receive a proper reception, even though my friend does not happen to be there at the moment."
"What!" she said, suddenly checking her horse, "Can he be absent?"
"Yes, but do not let that cause you any anxiety; he will soon return.
"Good heavens!" she murmured, clasping her hands in grief.
"Madam," Whistler again continued, "I understand that the reasons which urged you to undertake such a journey must be of the utmost importance; let me, therefore, go on ahead to the camp, and make all the preparations for your reception."
"But Stronghand, señor?"
"Warned through me, madam, he will be back by daybreak."
"You promise me that, señor."
"On my honour."
"Go, then, and may Heaven requite you for the goodwill and courtesy you show me."
Whistler bowed respectfully to the young lady, took his rifle under his arm, and soon disappeared in the forest.
"We can now go on without fear," said Mariano; "I know Whistler to be an honest, worthy fellow, and he will do what he has promised."
"Heaven grant I may see the man whom I have come so far to meet."
"You will see him, be assured; moreover, all precautions were taken in the event of your visit."
"Yes," she murmured, pausing; "and it is this which renders me alarmed. Well, I put my trust in the Virgin."
And flogging her horse, she went on her way, followed by the tigrero, who, according to his habit, could not at all comprehend this remark, after the desire the young lady had evinced to see the hunter.