enly the Frenchman swerved from his direct course, and went sweeping
around them in the curve of an ellipse.
They now perceived the _ruse_, and with a yell leaped into their
saddles. Some fired their escopettes; others, unwinding their lazos,
started in pursuit.
Raoul had by this time set Hercules's head for the clump of timber which
he had taken as his guide, and now kept on in a track almost
rectilinear. Could he but reach the motte or clump in safety, he knew
that there were straggling trees beyond, and these would secure him in
some measure from the lazos of his pursuers.
We stood watching his progress with breathless silence. Our lives
depended on his escape. A crowd of the guerilleros was between him and
us; but we could still see the green jacket of the soldier, and the
great red flanks of Hercules, as he bounded on towards the edge of the
woods. Then we saw the lazos launched out, and spinning around Raoul's
head, and straggling shots were fired; and we fancied at one time that
our comrade sprang up in the saddle, as if he had been hit. Then he
appeared again, all safe, rounding the little islet of timber, and the
next moment he was gone from our sight. There followed a while of
suspense--of terrible suspense--for the motte hid from view both
pursuers and pursued. Every eye was straining towards the point where
the horseman had disappeared, when Lincoln, who had climbed to the top
of the rancho, cried out:
"He's safe, Cap'n! The dod-rotted skunks air kummin 'ithout him."
It was true. A minute after, the horsemen appeared round the motte,
riding slowly back, with that air and attitude that betoken
disappointment.
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Note. A motte is an eminence.
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE.
A SHORT FIGHT AT "LONG SHOT".
The escape of Raoul and Hercules produced an affect almost magical upon
the enemy. Instead of the listless defensive attitude lately assumed,
the guerilleros were now in motion like a nest of roused hornets,
scouring over the plain, and yelling like a war-party of Indians.
They did not surround the corral, as I had anticipated they would. They
had no fear that we should attempt to escape; but they knew that,
instead of the three days in which they expected to kill us with thirst
at their leisure, they had not three hours left to accomplish that
object. Raoul would reach the camp in little more than an hour's time
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