t forth to explore the
shore with the hope of finding a path into the interior; for to force a
way through the tangled chaparral that everywhere approached close to
the water's edge seemed hopeless.
He had not gone a dozen paces when Senorita uttered a shrill neigh of
distress at being thus deserted, and began a noisy struggle to break
loose. With a muttered exclamation of dismay Ridge ran back. It was
evident that the mare would not consent to be left.
"Very well," said the young man. "If you can't be reasonable and
remain quietly behind for a few minutes, we must make our exploration
in company. Perhaps it is better so, after all, for when I do discover
a trail we shall be ready to take instant advantage of it, and get the
more quickly away from this unpleasantly conspicuous place."
While thus talking in a low tone to the mare, Ridge was also equipping
her for the road. He had just finished tightening the saddle-girth and
was about to mount, when Senorita uttered a snort indicative of some
strange presence. Turning quickly, her master was confronted by a
sight that caused his heart to sink like lead. Only a few paces away
stood a young man of dark but handsome features, clad in a well-worn
suit of linen and a broad-brimmed palmetto hat. A military belt filled
with cartridges encircled his waist, and from it hung an empty scabbard
of untanned cowhide, designed to carry a machete. With that weapon
held in one hand and a cocked pistol levelled full at Ridge in the
other, he presented the appearance of a first-class brigand.
The young trooper made a movement towards his own revolver, but it was
instantly checked by the stranger, who said, sternly, in Spanish:
"Hold there! If you but touch a weapon I shall shoot you dead! You
are my prisoner, and will obey my commands. That I am prepared to
enforce them I will show you."
With this he sounded a low whistle that was answered by a rustle in the
bushes, from which half a dozen armed ragamuffins of all shades of
swarthiness, from jet black to light chocolate, appeared as though by
magic. All were provided with machetes, some carried rifles, and each
looked as though it would afford him the greatest pleasure to cut into
small pieces the stranger who had invaded their territory.
"You see," said their leader, with a smile, "that you are hopelessly
surrounded, and that with a nod I can have you killed."
"Yes, I see," replied Ridge, "and I should be plea
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