Cavallero! I have been sent forward to meet you, and announce to you the approach of the Señor Arechiza, who at this time cannot be many leagues distant. My name is Manuel Baraja, your very humble servant.
Your honour will dismount?
The horseman did not wait for the invitation to be repeated, but at once flung himself from the saddle. After unbuckling his enormous spurs, he speedily unsaddled his horse, fastened a long lazo around his neck, and then giving him a smart cut with the short whip which he carried, despatched the animal without further ceremony to share the meagre provender of his companion.
At this movement the tasajo , beginning to sputter over the coals, gave out an odour that resembled the smell of a dying lamp. Notwithstanding this, Baraja cast towards it a look of longing.
It appears to me Señor Cuchillo, said he, that you are well provided here. Carramba! tortillas , of wheaten meal! tasajo ! it is a repast for a prince!
Oh, yes, replied Cuchillo, with a certain air of foppishness, I treat myself well. It makes me happy to know that the dish is to your liking; I beg to assure you, it is quite at your service.
You are very good, and I accept your offer without ceremony. The morning air has sharpened my appetite.
And saying this, Baraja proceeded to the mastication of the tassajo and tortillas. After being thus engaged for some time, he once more addressed himself to his host.
Dare I tell you, Señor Cuchillo, the favourable impression I had of you at first sight?
Oh! you shock my modesty, señor. I would rather state the good opinion your first appearance gave me of you !
The two new friends here exchanged a salute, full of affability, and then continued to eat, Baraja harpooning upon the point of his long knife another piece of meat out of the ashes.
If it please you, Señor Baraja, said Cuchillo, we may talk over our business while we are eating. You will find me a host sans cérémonie .
Just what pleases me.
Don Estevan, then, has received the message which I sent him?
He has, but what that message was is only known to you and him.
No doubt of that, muttered Cuchillo to himself.
The Señor Arechiza, continued the envoy , started for Tubac shortly after receiving your letter. It was my duty to accompany him, but he ordered me to proceed in advance of him with these commands: In the little village of Huerfano you will find a man, by name Cuchillo; you shall say to him that the proposal he makes to me deserves serious attention; and that since the place he has designated as a rendezvous is on the
way to Tubac, I will see him on my journey. This instruction was given by Don Estevan an hour or so before his departure, but although I have ridden a little faster to execute his orders, he cannot be far behind me.
Good! Señor Baraja, good! exclaimed Cuchillo, evidently pleased with the communication just made, and if the business which I have with Don Estevan be satisfactorily concluded which I am in hopes it will be you are likely to have me for a comrade in this distant expedition. But, continued he, suddenly changing the subject, you will, no doubt, be astonished that I have given Don Estevan a rendezvous in such a singular place as this?
No, coolly replied Baraja, you may have reasons for being partial to solitude. Who does not love it at times?
A most gracious smile playing upon the countenance of Cuchillo, denoted that his new acquaintance had correctly divined the truth.
Precisely, he replied, the ill-behaviour of a friend towards me, and the malevolent hostility of the alcalde of Arispe have caused me to seek this tranquil retreat. That is just why I have established my headquarters in an abandoned village, where there is not a soul to keep company with.
Señor Don Pedro, replied Baraja, I have already formed too good an opinion of you not to believe that the fault is entirely upon the side of the alcalde, and especially on the part of your friend.
I thank you, Señor Baraja, for you good opinion, returned Cuchillo, at the same time taking from the cinders a piece of the meat, half burnt, half raw, and munching it down with the most perfect indifference; I thank you sincerely, and when I tell you the circumstances you may judge for yourself.
I shall be glad to hear them, said the other, easing himself down into a horizontal position; after a good repast, there is nothing I so much enjoy as a good story.
After saying this, and lighting his cigarette, Baraja turned upon the broad of his back, and with his eyes fixed upon the blue sky, appeared to enjoy a perfect beatitude.
The story is neither long nor interesting, responded Cuchillo; what happened to me might happen to all the world. I was engaged with this friend in a quiet game of cards, when he pretended that I had tricked him. The affair came to words
Here the narrator paused for an instant, to take a drink from his leathern bottle, and then continued
My friend had the indelicacy to permit himself to drop down dead in my presence.