After a mile"s chase, I saw that I was within less than half that distance of the caballada, and at least three hundred yards ahead of my pursuers; but to my horror, as I glanced back, I saw mounted men! They were still far behind, but I knew they would soon come up. Was it possible he could hear me?
I knew that in these elevated regions sounds are heard twice the ordinary distance; and I shouted, at the top of my voice, "Moro! Moro!"
I did not halt, but ran on, calling as I went.
I saw a sudden commotion among the horses. Their heads were tossed up, and then one dashed out from the drove and came galloping towards me. I knew the broad black chest and red muzzle. I knew them at a glance. It was my brave steed, my Moro!
The rest followed, trooping after; but before they were up to trample me, I had met my horse, and flung myself, panting, upon his back!
I had no rein; but my favourite was used to the guidance of my voice, hands, and knees; and directing him through the herd, I headed for the western end of the valley. I heard the yells of the mounted savages as I cleared the caballada; and looking back, I saw a string of twenty or more coming after me as fast as their horses could gallop.
But I had no fear of them now. I knew my Moro too well; and after I had cleared the ten miles of valley, and was springing up the steep front of the sierra, I saw my pursuers still back upon the plain.
CHAPTER FIFTY THREE.
A CONFLICT UPON A CLIFF.
My horse, idle for days, had recovered his full action, and bore me up the rocky path with proud, springy step. My nerves drew vigour from his, and the strength of my body was fast returning. It was well. I would soon be called upon to use it. The picket was still to be pa.s.sed.
While escaping from the town, in the excitement of the more proximate peril I had not thought of this ulterior one. I now remembered it. It flashed upon me of a sudden, and I commenced gathering my resolution to meet it.
I knew there was a picket upon the mountain! Sanchez had said so; he had heard them say so. What number of men composed it? Sanchez had said two, but he was not certain of this. Two would be enough, more than enough for me, still weak, and armed as I was with a weapon in the use of which I had little skill.
How would they be armed? Doubtless with bows, lances, tomahawks, and knives. The odds were all against me.
At what point should I find them? They were videttes. Their chief duty was to watch the plains without. They would be at some station, then, commanding a view of these.
I remembered the road well--the same by which we had first entered the valley. There was a platform near the western brow of the sierra. I recollected it, for we had halted upon it while our guide went forward to reconnoitre. A cliff overhung this platform. I remembered that too; for during the absence of the guide, Seguin and I had dismounted and climbed it. It commanded a view of the whole outside country to the south and west. No doubt, then, on that very cliff would the videttes be stationed.
Would they be on its top? If so, it might be best to make a dash, and pa.s.s them before they could descend to the road, running the risk of their missiles, their arrows and lances. Make a dash! No; that would be impossible. I remembered that the path at both ends of the platform narrowed to a width of only a few feet, with the cliff rising above it and the canon yawning below. It was, in fact, only a ledge of the precipice, along which it was dangerous to pa.s.s even at a walk.
Moreover, I had re-shod my horse at the mission. The iron was worn smooth; and I knew that the rock was as slippery as gla.s.s.
All these thoughts pa.s.sed through my mind as I neared the summit of the sierra. The prospect was appalling. The peril before me was extreme, and under other circ.u.mstances I would have hesitated to encounter it.
But I knew that that which threatened from behind was not less desperate. There was no alternative; and with only half-formed resolutions as to how I should act, I pushed forward.
I rode with caution, directing my horse as well as I could upon the softer parts of the trail, so that his hoof-strokes might not be heard.
At every turn I halted, and scanned the profile of each new prospect; but I did not halt longer than I could help. I knew that I had no time to waste.
The road ascended through a thin wood of cedars and dwarf pinons. It would zigzag up the face of the mountain. Near the crest of the sierra it turned sharply to the right, and trended in to the brow of the canon.
There the ledge already mentioned became the path, and the road followed its narrow terrace along the very face of the precipice.
On reaching this point I caught view of the cliff where I expected to see the vidette. I had guessed correctly--he was there, and, to my agreeable surprise, there was only one: a single savage.
He was seated upon the very topmost rock of the sierra, and his large brown body was distinctly visible, outlined against the pale blue sky.
He was not more than three hundred yards from me, and about a third of that distance above the level of the ledge along which I had to pa.s.s.
I halted the moment I caught sight of him, and sat making a hurried reconnaissance. As yet he had neither seen nor heard me. His back was to me, and he appeared to be gazing intently towards the west. Beside the rock on which he was, his spear was sticking in the ground, and his shield, bow, and quiver were leaning against it. I could see upon his person the sparkle of a knife and tomahawk.
I have said my reconnaissance was a hurried one. I was conscious of the value of every moment, and almost at a glance I formed my resolution.
That was, to "run the gauntlet," and attempt pa.s.sing before the Indian could descend to intercept me. Obedient to this impulse, I gave my animal the signal to move forward.
I rode slowly and cautiously, for two reasons: because my horse dared not go otherwise; and I thought that, by riding quietly, I might get beyond the vidette without attracting his notice. The torrent was hissing below. Its roar ascended to the cliff; it might drown the sound of the hoof-strokes.
With this hope I stole onward. My eye pa.s.sed rapidly from one to the other; from the savage on the cliff to the perilous path along which my horse crawled, shivering with affright.
When I had advanced about six lengths upon the ledge, the platform came in view, and with it a group of objects that caused me to reach suddenly forward and grasp the forelock of my Moro--a sign by which, in the absence of a bit, I could always halt him. He came at once to a stand, and I surveyed the objects before me with a feeling of despair.
They were two horses, mustangs; and a man, an Indian. The mustangs, bridled and saddled, were standing quietly out upon the platform; and a la.s.so, tied to the bit-ring of one of them, was coiled around the wrist of the Indian. The latter was sitting upon his hams, close up to the cliff, so that his back touched the rock. His arms lay horizontally across his knees, and upon these his head rested. I saw that he was asleep. Beside him were his bow and quiver, his lance and shield, all leaning against the cliff.
My situation was a terrible one. I knew that I could not pa.s.s him without being heard, and I knew that pa.s.s him I must. In fact, I could not have gone back had I wished it; for I had already entered upon the ledge, and was riding along a narrow shelf where my horse could not possibly have turned himself.
All at once, the idea entered my mind that I might slip to the ground, steal forward, and with my tomahawk--
It was a cruel thought, but it was the impulse of instinct, the instinct of self-preservation.
It was not decreed that I should adopt so fearful an alternative. Moro, impatient at being delayed in the perilous position, snorted and struck the rock with his hoof. The clink of the iron was enough for the sharp ears of the Spanish horses. They neighed on the instant. The savages sprang to their feet, and their simultaneous yell told me that both had discovered me.
I saw the vidette upon the cliff pluck up his spear, and commence hurrying downward; but my attention was soon exclusively occupied with his comrade.
The latter, on seeing me, had leaped to his feet, seized his bow, and vaulted, as if mechanically, upon the back of his mustang. Then, uttering a wild shout, he trotted over the platform, and advanced along the ledge to meet me.
An arrow whizzed past my head as he came up; but in his hurry he had aimed badly.
Our horses" heads met. They stood muzzle to muzzle with eyes dilated, their red nostrils steaming into each other. Both snorted fiercely, as if each was imbued with the wrath of his rider. They seemed to know that a death-strife was between us.
They seemed conscious, too, of their own danger. They had met at the very narrowest part of the ledge. Neither could have turned or backed off again. One or other must go over the cliff--must fall through a depth of a thousand feet into the stony channel of the torrent!
I sat with a feeling of utter helplessness. I had no weapon with which I could reach my antagonist; no missile. He had his bow, and I saw him adjusting a second arrow to the string.
At this crisis three thoughts pa.s.sed through my mind; not as I detail them here, but following each other like quick flashes of lightning. My first impulse was to urge my horse forward, trusting to his superior weight to precipitate the lighter animal from the ledge. Had I been worth a bridle and spurs, I should have adopted this plan; but I had neither, and the chances were too desperate without them. I abandoned it for another. I would hurl my tomahawk at the head of my antagonist.
No! The third thought! I will dismount, and use my weapon upon the mustang.
This last was clearly the best; and, obedient to its impulse, I slipped down between Moro and the cliff. As I did so, I heard the "hist" of another arrow pa.s.sing my cheek. It had missed me from the suddenness of my movements.
In an instant I squeezed past the flanks of my horse, and glided forward upon the ledge, directly in front of my adversary.
The animal, seeming to guess my intentions, snorted with affright and reared up, but was compelled to drop again into the same tracks.
The Indian was fixing another shaft. Its notch never reached the string. As the hoofs of the mustang came down upon the rock, I aimed my blow. I struck the animal over the eye. I felt the skull yielding before my hatchet, and the next moment horse and rider, the latter screaming and struggling to clear himself of the saddle, disappeared over the cliff.
There was a moment"s silence, a long moment, in which I knew they were falling--falling--down that fearful depth. Then came a loud splash, the concussion of their united bodies on the water below!
I had no curiosity to look over, and as little time. When I regained my upright att.i.tude (for I had come to my knees in giving the blow), I saw the vidette just leaping upon the platform. He did not halt a moment, but advanced at a run, holding his spear at the charge.
I saw that I should be impaled unless I could parry the thrust. I struck wildly, but with success. The lance-blade glinted from the head of my weapon. Its shaft pa.s.sed me; and our bodies met with a shock that caused us both to reel upon the very edge of the cliff.
As soon as I had recovered my balance, I followed up my blows, keeping close to my antagonist, so that he could not again use his lance.