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It
was
on
getting
back
,
that
he
noticed
for
the
first
time
the
tracks
of
a
shod
horse
;
and
saw
where
the
animal
had
been
tied
to
a
tree
that
stood
near
the
hut
.
"
Carrambo
!
"
he
exclaimed
,
on
perceiving
this
sign
,
"
the
Capitan
Americano
has
been
here
in
the
night
.
Por
Dios
!
I
remember
something
--
I
thought
I
had
dreamt
it
.
I
can
guess
his
errand
.
He
has
heard
of
Don
Mauricio
's
departure
.
Perhaps
he
'll
repeat
his
visit
,
when
he
thinks
I
'm
in
a
proper
state
to
receive
him
?
Ha
!
ha
!
It
do
n't
matter
now
.
The
thing
's
all
understood
;
and
I
sha
'n'
t
need
any
further
instructions
from
him
,
till
I
've
earned
his
thousand
dollars
.
Mil
pesos
!
What
a
splendid
fortune
!
Once
gained
,
I
shall
go
back
to
the
Rio
Grande
,
and
see
what
can
be
done
with
Isidora
.
"
After
delivering
the
above
soliloquy
,
he
remained
at
his
hut
only
long
enough
to
swallow
a
few
mouthfuls
of
roasted
tasajo
,
washing
them
down
with
as
many
gulps
of
mezcal
.
Then
having
caught
and
caparisoned
his
horse
,
buckled
on
his
huge
heavy
spurs
,
strapped
his
short
carbine
to
the
saddle
,
thrust
a
pair
of
pistols
into
their
holsters
,
and
belted
the
leathern
sheathed
macheté
on
his
hip
,
he
sprang
into
the
stirrups
,
and
rode
rapidly
away
.
The
short
interval
that
elapsed
,
before
making
his
appearance
on
the
open
plain
,
was
spent
in
the
suburbs
of
the
village
--
waiting
for
the
three
horsemen
who
accompanied
him
,
and
who
had
been
forewarned
of
their
being
wanted
to
act
as
his
coadjutors
,
in
some
secret
exploit
that
required
their
assistance
.
Whatever
it
was
,
his
trio
of
confrères
appeared
to
have
been
made
acquainted
with
the
scheme
;
or
at
all
events
that
the
scene
of
the
exploit
was
to
be
on
the
Alamo
.
When
a
short
distance
out
upon
the
plain
,
seeing
Diaz
strike
off
in
a
diagonal
direction
,
they
called
out
to
warn
him
,
that
he
was
not
going
the
right
way
.
"
I
know
the
Alamo
well
,
"
said
one
of
them
,
himself
a
mustanger
.
"
I
've
hunted
horses
there
many
a
time
.
It
's
southwest
from
here
.
The
nearest
way
to
it
is
through
an
opening
in
the
chapparal
you
see
out
yonder
.
You
are
heading
too
much
to
the
west
,
Don
Miguel
!
"
"
Indeed
!
"
contemptuously
retorted
the
leader
of
the
cuartilla
.
"
You
're
a
gringo
,
Señor
Vicente
Barajo
!
You
forget
the
errand
we
're
upon
;
and
that
we
are
riding
shod
horses
?
Indians
do
n't
go
out
from
Port
Inge
and
then
direct
to
the
Alamo
to
do
--
no
matter
what
.
I
suppose
you
understand
me
?
"
"
Oh
true
!
"
answered
Señor
Vicente
Barajo
,
"
I
beg
your
pardon
,
Don
Miguel
.
Carrambo
!
I
did
not
think
of
that
"
And
without
further
protest
,
the
three
coadjutors
of
El
Coyote
fell
into
his
tracks
,
and
followed
him
in
silence
--
scarce
another
word
passing
between
him
and
them
,
till
they
had
struck
the
chapparal
,
at
a
point
several
miles
above
the
opening
of
which
Barajo
had
made
mention
.
Once
under
cover
of
the
thicket
,
the
four
men
dismounted
;
and
,
after
tying
their
horses
to
the
trees
,
commenced
a
performance
that
could
only
be
compared
to
a
scene
in
the
gentlemen
's
dressing-room
of
a
suburban
theatre
,
preliminary
to
the
representation
of
some
savage
and
sanguinary
drama
.
