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"Gone!" exclaimed Don Estevan. "And you have let him escape?" "How could I hinder him? This brute, Baraja, as well as Oroche, were both drunk with mezcal; and Diaz refused to assist me, point-blank. While I was endeavouring to arouse the other two, the fellow had taken leg bail through an opening in the wall of the garden--at least that's all we can make out." "And how have you arrived at this conjecture?" asked Don Estevan, angrily striking the floor with his foot. "Why, when we arrived at the place, the Dona Rosarita was clinging over the wall, no doubt guided there by Tiburcio. He could not be far off at the time, for she was still calling upon him to return; and judging by the love-speeches she was making, she must have earnestly desired it." "She loves him, then?" "Passionately--or her words and her accents are all deceit. `_Come back_!' she cried, `_Tiburcio, come back_! _I love only you_!' These were the last words I heard; for shortly after she left the wall, and went back to her room." "We must to horse and pursue him!" cried Don Estevan, hurrying to make ready; "yes, there is no help for it now. The success of our expedition depends upon the life of this ragged fellow. Go! arouse Benito and the others. Tell them to saddle the horses. Warn your friends in the chamber that we must be _en route_ in an hour. Away! while I awake Don Augustin and the Senator." "Just as I have known him for twenty years," muttered Cuchillo, as he hastened to his companions, "always awake, always ready for the greatest obstacles. Well, if with his character he has not made way in his own country, I fear that in Europe perseverance and energy are not worth much." Don Estevan, as soon as Cuchillo had left him, spent a few minutes in putting himself once more in travelling costume, and then repaired to the chamber of the Senator. He found the door open--as is the custom in a country where people spend most of their lives outside their houses. The moon was beaming full through the large window, and her light illumined the chamber as well as the couch upon which the Senator was sleeping. "What is it, Don Estevan?" cried the Senator, suddenly leaping up in his bed; "Senor Estevan, I should say." Tragaduros had been dreaming of the court of the King of Spain. "What is it, your grace?" "I come to take leave of you, and to give you my final instructions." "Eh! what?" said the Senator. "Is the hour la
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