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96 BLACKEYES. to climb the heavens, but they neither heard nor saw any thing of their enemies. The old hunter, dissatisfied with this state. of affairs, vowed that he would go and find some Mexicans, if they would not come to him, and started out to reconnoiter ; but he had not gone far when a large body of Mexicans and Indians, led by two large dogs, came out from the forest, and started in pursuit of him. He shot the foremost dog, and ran back to the ruined building, which he reached just in time to escape the jaws of the other, which Royston richie with his pistol. The Mexicans, at the head of whom Padre Abbdso “cota plainly be seen, doubtless thinking that they had diiven their foes into a corner, rushed up the slope to gain possession of the ruin; but they were met bya volley which laid three of them low, and two others received tlieir fate from the spare rifles. ‘They retreated, surrounded the mound, and made another charge from all quarters, with an incessant fire of bul- Jets and arrows. They again met a deadly fire, and the few who were brave enough to reach the summit fell nage the pistols and knives of the besieged. ~The assailants again retreated in disorder, and sought the shelter of the forest; from which they continued, for more than un hour, a desultory fire upon the fort, to which its defenders thought it hardly worth while to reply. “They are waiting for artillery,” said Bent, at last. “They are afraid of our rifles, and have sent fora cannon to batter down our defenses.” ‘ ees “IT would like to know how they are goin’ to git it here,” said Ward. “Its my idee that they are kinder scatterin’ off, and I do believe that thar’s goin’ to be a stampede among ’em.” The hunter was right. There was a sudden commotion among the Mexicans and Indians, who ceased firing, and ina few moments they entirely disappeared. oS The Americans waited nearly an hour for further Jousard strations, and then permitted Royston to go out and reconnoi- ter, as he still retained his Mexican disguise. He was gone a long time, as it seemed to his friends, but he returned in great haste, bringing the intelligence that the insurrectionists had submitted to a body of: United States troops, Who were then i in possession of the village. =.