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_ mer) 58 HE CRESTED genta. She pointed her finger to the mountait. Bloutbeas emiledy and struck the hilt of his saber against his hand, remarking: * “T should burn ‘this nest, but it will not do to excite and. anger these people who live in the 3 rancho, as they may prove’ my friends in the future, What m eis: ‘yonder ?” and: hé™ extended his hand in the’ direction first one of the co EB don of mottes that lay around. ur tine “ Vega.” _ Beas “The-one to the left » “ Galapagos,” “The next ?” “ Ladrones.” “And the next ?” “ Paraiso.” “ A river hems in Paraiso ?” “ Yes, senor; a narrow and deep stream.” P Mounting his horse, he rode back to Vega motte, formed his column and headed toward Galapagos. On the edge of it could be seen the bright arms of Tristan and his men. Stea- | dily, but cautiously, the Tigers advanced. The Liberals had disappeared. A single shot greeted them, and a soldier fell dead at the side of Boussard. The bugle sounded a charge — and with stout hands they drew rein.as their borses were spurred On, and sabers shone in the sunshine, Another blast of the bugle, and the column swung around into a line two a deep; and plunged into the timber, expecting a volley. from out the bushes'and’ trees. But no guns belched forth a deadly | _ welcome. The enemy had fled and taken refuge in Ladrones, _ - The bugle again sounded, and away they went, thundering on 10. Tidrowes s, and far ahedd of them rode the solitary horse- man who had fired the fatal shots. It was Steager. Ladrones was reached, but no enemy abided there; they had entered the trap that lay open for them at Paraisu. Ex- ullingly Arnaud Boussard headed his men to Paraiso, but a ~ volley from ten rifles warned him that the Liberals were ready — to give him battle, and he halted to consider ake, would be — the best’ mode of attack. - The miotte was small, resting in the bei of a ‘narrow ¥ river that formed almost a complete circle ; and where the waters of the river nearly met, was'a slender strip of gr ound o ‘cgmilehooks. com ee am ~4 view ‘ c SS Soe < Se o\h ¥