ss upon that reckless
horseman. Every heart heaved with emotion; and, beyond their quick
breathing, not an utterance escaped from the spectators. The only
sounds heard were the hoof-strokes of the horse as they rang back from
the hard turf of the plain.

The suspense was of short duration. Twenty strides brought horse and
horseman close to the verge, within half-a-dozen lengths. The rein
still hung loose--Carlos dared not tighten it--a touch he knew would
bring his horse to a halt, and that before he had crossed the line would
only be a failure.

Another leap,--another,--yet another! Ho! he is inside--Great God! He
will be over!

Such exclamations rose from the spectators as they saw the horseman
cross the line, still in a gallop; out the next moment a loud cheer
broke from both crowds, and the "vivas" of those in the valley were
answered by similar shouts from those who witnessed the feat from above.

Just as the horse appeared about to spring over the horrid brink, the
reins were observed suddenly to tighten, the fore-hoofs became fixed and
spread, and the hips of the noble animal rested upon the plain. He was
poised at scarce three feet distance from the edge of the cliff! While
in this attitude the horseman raised his right hand, lifted his
sombrero, and after waving it round returned it to his head!

A splendid picture from below. The dark forms of both horse and rider
were perceived as they drew up on the cliff, and the imposing and
graceful attitude was fully developed against the blue background of the
sky. The arms, the limbs, the oval outlines of the steed, even the very
trappings, could be seen distinctly; and for the short period in which
they were poised and motionless, the spectator might have fancied an
equestrian statue of bronze, its pedestal the pinnacle of the cliff!

This period was but of a moment's duration, but, during its continuance,
the loud "vivas" pealed upon the air. Those looking from below saw the
horseman suddenly wheel, and disappear beyond the brow-line of the
bluff.

The daring feat was ended and over; and hearts, but a moment ago
throbbing wildly within tender bosoms, now returned to their soft and
regular beating.

CHAPTER EIGHT.

When the cibolero returned to the plain, he was received with a fresh
burst of vivas, and kerchiefs were waved to greet him. One only caught
his eye,--but that was enough. He saw not the rest, nor cared to see
them. That little