only vented
itself in fierce yells, violent gestures, and ejaculations.
They had now clustered around their chief without order or formation,
though they seemed to pay but slight regard to his authority. Some
appeared to be urging him to lead them on! Others came galloping
nearer, and fired their carbines or shook their lances in a threatening
manner; but one and all were careful to keep outside that perilous
circle, whose circumference marked the range of our rifles. They
seemed, even less inclined for close quarters than ever; the fate of
their comrade had awed them.
The dead man lay about half-way between them and us, glittering in his
picturesque habiliments. They were weaker by his loss--for not only had
he been one of their leaders, but one of their best men. They saw he
was dead, though none had dared to approach him. They knew the Texan
rifle of old--these spangled heroes; they knew, moreover, that we were
armed with revolvers, and the fame of this terrible weapon had been
already carried beyond the frontier of the Rio Grande.
Notwithstanding all that, men of our race, under similar circumstances,
would have charged without hesitation. So, too, would men of theirs
three centuries ago.
Perhaps in that band was an Alvarado, a Sandoval, a Diaz, or De Soto!
only in name. O Cortez! and you _conquistadores_! could you have beheld
your degenerate descendants!
And yet not all of them were cowards; some, I dare say, were brave
enough, for there _are_ brave men among the Mexicans. A few were
evidently willing to make the attack, but they wanted combination--they
wanted a leader: he who acted as such appeared to be endowed with more
prudence than valour.
Meanwhile we kept our eyes fixed upon them, listening to their varied
cries, and closely watching their movements.
In perfect coolness, we regarded them--at least so much can I say for my
comrades. Though life or death rested upon the issue, both were as cool
at that moment as if they had been only observing the movements of a
gang of buffaloes! There was no sign of trepidation--hardly a symptom
of excitement visible in the countenance of either. Now and then, a
half-muttered ejaculation, a rapid exchange of thought--relating to some
fresh movement of the enemy--alone told that both were alive to the
peril of the situation.
I cannot affirm that I shared with them this extreme and perfect _sang
froid_; though upon my nerves, less indifferent t
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