At sight of his soldiers cut down like ripe corn before the reaper1, Uraga stands in stupefied amaze; his adjutant the same. Both are alike under the spell of a superstitious2 terror. For the blow, so sudden and sweeping3, seems given by God’s own hand. They might fancy it a coup4 d’éclair. But the jets of fire shooting forth5 from the forest edge, through a cloud of sulphurous smoke, are not flashes of lightning; nor the rattle6 that accompanies them the rolling of thunder, but the reports of firearms discharged in rapid succession. While in shouts following the shots there is no accent of Heaven; on the contrary, the cries are human, in the voices of men intoned to a terrible vengeance7.
Though every one of the firing party has fallen, sergeant8 as well as rank and file, the two officers are still untouched. So far they have been saved by the interposition of the formed line. But straggling shots succeed, and bullets are whizzing past their ears.
These, quickening their instincts, rouse them from their stupefaction; and both, turning from the direction of the danger, looked to the other side for safety.
At first wildly and uncertain, for they are still under a weird10 impression, with senses half bewildered.
Neither has a knowledge of the enemy that has made such havoc11 among their men; only an instinct or intuition that the blow has been struck by those terrible Tejanos, for the shots heard were the cracks of rifles, and the shouts, still continued, are not Indian yells nor Mexican vivas, but the rough hurrahs of the Anglo-Saxon.
While standing12 in hesitancy, they hear a voice raised above the rest—one which both recognise. Well do they remember it, pealing13 among the waggons14 on that day of real ruthless carnage.
Glancing back over their shoulders, they see him who sends it forth—the giant guide of the caravan15. He has just broken from the timber’s edge, and in vigorous bounds is advancing towards them. Another is by his side, also recognised. With trembling frame, and heart chilled by fear, Uraga identifies his adversary16 in the duel17 at Chihuahua.
Neither he nor his subordinate remains18 a moment longer on the ground. No thought now of carrying off their female captives, no time to think of them. Enough, and they will be fortunate, if they can themselves escape.
Better for both to perish there by the sides of their slain19 comrades. But they know not this, and only yield to the common instinct of cowardice20, forcing them to flee.
Fortune seems to favour them. For animals fully21 caparisoned stand behind the conical tent. They are these that were in readiness for a flight of far different kind, since unthought of—altogether forgotten.
Good luck their being saddled and bridled22 now. So think Uraga and Roblez as they rush towards them. So thinks Galvez, who is also making to mount one. The sentry24 has forsaken25 his post, leaving the marquee unguarded. When a lover no longer cares for his sweetheart, why should he for a captive.
And in the sauve-qui-peut scramble26 there is rarely a regard for rank, the colonel counting for no more than the corporal. Obedient to this levelling instinct, Galvez, who has arrived first on the ground, selects the best steed of the three—this being the horse of Hamersley.
Grasping the bridle23, and jerking it from the branch, he springs upon the animal’s back and starts to ride off. Almost as soon the two officers get astride, Roblez on his own charger, the mustang mare27 being left to Uraga. From her mistress he must part thus unceremoniously, covered with ignominious28 shame!
The thought is torture, and for a time stays him.
A dire9, damnable purpose flashes across his brain, and for an instant holds possession of his heart. It is to dismount, make for the marquee, enter it, and kill Adela Miranda—thrust her through with his sword.
Fortunately for her, the coward’s heart fails him.
He will not have time to do the murder and remount his horse. The Rangers29 are already in the open ground and rushing towards him, Wilder and Hamersley at their head. In a minute more they will be around him.
He hesitates no longer, but, smothering30 his chagrin31 and swallowing his unappeased vengeance, puts whip and spur to the mustang mare, going off as fast as she can carry him.
点击收听单词发音
1 reaper | |
n.收割者,收割机 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
2 superstitious | |
adj.迷信的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
3 sweeping | |
adj.范围广大的,一扫无遗的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
4 coup | |
n.政变;突然而成功的行动 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
5 forth | |
adv.向前;向外,往外 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
6 rattle | |
v.飞奔,碰响;激怒;n.碰撞声;拨浪鼓 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
7 vengeance | |
n.报复,报仇,复仇 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
8 sergeant | |
n.警官,中士 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
9 dire | |
adj.可怕的,悲惨的,阴惨的,极端的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
10 weird | |
adj.古怪的,离奇的;怪诞的,神秘而可怕的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
11 havoc | |
n.大破坏,浩劫,大混乱,大杂乱 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
12 standing | |
n.持续,地位;adj.永久的,不动的,直立的,不流动的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
13 pealing | |
v.(使)(钟等)鸣响,(雷等)发出隆隆声( peal的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
14 waggons | |
四轮的运货马车( waggon的名词复数 ); 铁路货车; 小手推车 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
15 caravan | |
n.大蓬车;活动房屋 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
16 adversary | |
adj.敌手,对手 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
17 duel | |
n./v.决斗;(双方的)斗争 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
18 remains | |
n.剩余物,残留物;遗体,遗迹 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
19 slain | |
杀死,宰杀,杀戮( slay的过去分词 ); (slay的过去分词) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
20 cowardice | |
n.胆小,怯懦 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
21 fully | |
adv.完全地,全部地,彻底地;充分地 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
22 bridled | |
给…套龙头( bridle的过去式和过去分词 ); 控制; 昂首表示轻蔑(或怨忿等); 动怒,生气 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
23 bridle | |
n.笼头,束缚;vt.抑制,约束;动怒 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
24 sentry | |
n.哨兵,警卫 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
25 Forsaken | |
adj. 被遗忘的, 被抛弃的 动词forsake的过去分词 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
26 scramble | |
v.爬行,攀爬,杂乱蔓延,碎片,片段,废料 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
27 mare | |
n.母马,母驴 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
28 ignominious | |
adj.可鄙的,不光彩的,耻辱的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
29 rangers | |
护林者( ranger的名词复数 ); 突击队员 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
30 smothering | |
(使)窒息, (使)透不过气( smother的现在分词 ); 覆盖; 忍住; 抑制 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
31 chagrin | |
n.懊恼;气愤;委屈 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
欢迎访问英文小说网 |