ition. For defence, we could not have chosen a better situation;
gallop round as they might, the guerrilleros would always find us with
our teeth towards them! We saw our advantage at a glance.
Neither were our enemies slow to perceive it, and their exulting shouts
changed to exclamations that betokened their disappointment.
Almost as suddenly, their tone again changed, and cries of triumph were
once more heard along their line.
We looked forth to discover the cause. To our dismay, we perceived a
reinforcement just joining them!
Five fresh horsemen were riding up, evidently a portion of the band.
They appeared to have come from behind the mesa--from the direction of
the rancheria--though, as we galloped forward, we had not observed them;
the mound had concealed them from our view.
Notwithstanding this accession to their strength, their courage did not
appear to gain by it, as no charge was attempted.
Almost on the instant that their new allies arrived upon the ground, the
troop filed off by twos, and deployed across the mouth of the little bay
in which we had taken shelter. The movement was soon completed, and six
pair of them were now ranged before us at equal distances from each
other. The remaining three men--Ijurra and two others--kept their
places directly in front of us.
In one of the new-comers I recognised a ruffian whom I had frequently
noticed at the rancheria. He was a man of large size, and, what is rare
among Mexicans, red-haired; but I believe he was a _Vizcaino_, among
whom red-haired men are not uncommon. He was familiarly known by the
sobriquet of _El Zorro_ (the Fox), probably on account of the hue of his
hair; and I had heard from good authority--that of the _alcalde
himself_!--that the fellow was neither more nor less than a _salteador_.
Indeed, El Zorro made little secret of his calling. The brigand of
Mexico is usually well known to his countrymen. During his intervals of
leisure he appears in the populous town, walks boldly through the
streets, and freely mingles in society. Such was El Zorro, one of the
right-hand men of Ijurra.
The design of our enemy was now manifest: they had no intention of
making an immediate attack upon us; they saw that our retreat was
impossible, and had resolved to hold us in siege, perhaps till thirst
and hunger should force us to surrender.
Their calculation was founded on probability. If their valour was weak,
their cunning was strong and
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