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Chapter 60

           "Wedon’twishtoberude,MissMartinez—ifthatbeyourname;butyoumustguideustothisplaceyouspeakof."

           "Ittakesmealittleoutofmyway—thoughnotfar.Comeon,cavalleros!Ishallshowyou,ifyouaredeterminedongoingthere."

           Isidorare-crossesthebeltofchapparal—followedbythehundredhorsemen,whoridestragglinglyafterher.

           Shehaltsonitswesternedge;betweenwhichandtheAlamothereisastretchofopenprairie.

           "Yonder!"saysshe,pointingovertheplain;"youseethatblackspotonthehorizon?Itisthetopofanalhuehuete.ItsrootsareinthebottomlandsoftheAlamo.Gothere!Thereisacañonleadingdownthecliff.Descend.Youwillfind,alittlebeyond,thejacaléofwhichI’vetoldyou."

           Thesearchersaretoomuchinearnesttostayforfurtherdirections.Almostforgettingherwhohasgiventhem,theyspuroffacrosstheplain,ridingstraightforthecypress.

           Oneofthepartyalonelingers—nottheleader,butamanequallyinterestedinallthathastranspired.Perhapsmoreso,inwhathasbeensaidinrelationtotheladyseenbyIsidora.HeisonewhoknowsIsidora’slanguage,aswellashisownnativetongue.

           "Tellme,niña,"sayshe,bringinghishorsealongsidehers,andspeakinginatoneofsolicitude—almostofentreaty—"Didyoutakenoticeofthehorseriddenbythislady?"

           "Carrambo!yes.Whataquestion,cavallero!Whocouldhelpnoticingit?"

           "Thecolour?"gaspstheinquirer.

           "Unmusteñopintojo"

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