o danger, their example
had its effect, and inspired me with courage sufficient for the
occasion. Besides, I drew confidence from another source. In case of
defeat, I had a resource unshared by my companions--perhaps unthought of
by them. Trusting to the matchless speed of my horse, as a last resort,
I might possibly escape. I could have ridden off at that moment without
fear of being overtaken, but the craven thought was not entertained for
an instant. By my honour, no! I should have accepted death upon the
spot rather than desert the brave men who stood by my side. To _them_ I
was indebted for my life. 'Twas for _me_ that theirs were now in peril;
and from the first moment I had determined to stand by them to the end,
and sell my blood at its dearest. In the event of both falling before
me, it would then be time enough to think of flight.

Even this contingency had the effect of strengthening my courage, and at
that moment I viewed the vengeful foe with a coolness and freedom from
fear that now, in the retrospect, surprises me.

During the interval of inaction that followed, I was cool enough to
reflect upon the demand which the guerrilla leader had made--the
surrender of my person. Why was I singled out? We were all enemies
alike--all Americans or Texans--on Mexican soil, and armed for strife.
Why did they want _me_ alone?

Was it because I was superior in rank to my companions? But how knew
they this?--how knew they I was a "ranger-captain"? Ha! they must have
known it before; they must have come out specially in search of me!

A light flashed suddenly into my mind--a suspicion strong almost as
certainty. But for the sun glancing in my eyes, I might have earlier
obtained an explanation of the mystery.

I drew down the visor of my forage-cap, stretching it to its full
extent; I increased the shade with my flattened palms, and from under
them strained my eyes upon the leader of the band. Already his voice,
while in conversation with Garey, had aroused a faint recollection
within me. I had heard that voice only once, but I thought I remembered
it. Guided by my suspicion, I now scrutinised more closely the
countenance of the man. Fortunately the face was turned towards me,
and, despite the dazzling of the sunbeams, despite the slouched
sombrero, I recognised the dark features of Rafael Ijurra! In that
glance I comprehended the situation. He it was who wanted the
"ranger-captain!"

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