"Do what you please now; I am avenged."
Red Cedar bounded with fury.
"Kill that dog!" he shouted.
Shaw rushed toward the young man, threw his nervous arms around him, and whispered in his ear,—
"Do not resist, but fall as if dead."
Don Pablo mechanically followed his advice.
"It is all over," said Shaw. "Poor devil! He did not cling to life."
He returned his knife to his belt, threw the supposed corpse on his shoulders, and dragged it into a ditch. At the sight of her brother's body, whom she supposed to be dead, Doña Clara uttered a shriek of despair and fainted. Red Cedar laid the maiden across his saddle-bow, and the whole band, starting at a gallop was soon lost in the darkness. Don Pablo then rose slowly, and took a sorrowful glance around.
"My poor sister!" he murmured.
Then he perceived her horse near him.