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Barajo
appears
in
the
doorway
panting
for
breath
.
It
is
scarce
necessary
for
him
to
announce
his
errand
,
though
he
contrives
to
gasp
out
--
"
He
is
coming
--
on
the
bluff
already
--
at
the
head
of
the
cañada
--
quick
,
comrades
,
quick
!
"
The
Galwegian
is
saved
.
There
is
scarce
time
to
kill
him
--
even
were
it
worth
while
.
But
it
is
not
--
at
least
so
think
the
masqueraders
;
who
leave
him
to
resume
his
disturbed
slumber
,
and
rush
forth
to
accomplish
the
more
profitable
assassination
.
In
a
score
of
seconds
they
are
under
the
cliff
,
at
the
bottom
of
the
sloping
gorge
by
which
it
must
be
descended
.
They
take
stand
under
the
branches
of
a
spreading
cypress
;
and
await
the
approach
of
their
victim
.
They
listen
for
the
hoofstrokes
that
should
announce
it
.
These
are
soon
heard
.
There
is
the
clinking
of
a
shod
hoof
--
not
in
regular
strokes
,
but
as
if
a
horse
was
passing
over
an
uneven
surface
.
One
is
descending
the
slope
!
He
is
not
yet
visible
to
the
eyes
of
the
ambuscaders
.
Even
the
gorge
is
in
gloom
--
like
the
valley
below
,
shadowed
by
tall
trees
.
