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CHAPTER II

THE HACIENDA

"What are those?" said Emma presently, pointing to some animals that
were half hidden by a clump of wild bananas. I looked and saw that
they were two of the mules which the brigands had cut loose from the
diligence. There could be no mistake about this, for the harness still
hung to them.

"Can you ride?" I asked.

She nodded her head. Then we set to work. Having caught the mules
without difficulty, I took off their superfluous harness and put her on
the back of one of them, mounting the other myself. There was no time
to lose, and we both of us knew it. Just as we were starting I heard a
voice behind me calling "senor." Drawing the pistol from my pocket, I
swung round to find myself confronted by a Mexican.

"No shoot, senor," he said in broken English, for this man had served
upon an American ship, "Me driver, Antonio. My mate go down there," and
he pointed to the precipice; "he dead, me not hurt. You run from bad
men, me run too, for presently they come look. Where you go?"

"To Mexico," I answered.