In this manner was our march conducted the route being towards Orizava. There was no mistaking the direction: for the snow-capped summit of the great Citlapetel was right before our faces piercing up into a sky of cloudless azure.
From the top of a ridge which we crossed, shortly after coming out of the timber, I discovered that we were yet at no great distance from Cerro Gordo itself; so near, that on glancing back for we were now riding away from it I could see the American flag upon El Telegrafo, and could even distinguish the stars and stripes!
My chase after the riderless horse had carried me several miles from Corral Falso; but I had been all the while riding back in the direction of the battle-field in a line nearly parallel to the main road, over which my troop had been travelling. It was only on re-entering the timber that the chase had conducted me in a different direction southward, towards Orizava.
I could now understand how I had fallen into the hands of Rayas and his robbers.
After the battle, these worthies had lingered in the neighbourhood of the field for what purpose I knew not then plunder, I supposed and
this was, no doubt, the explanation, so far as most of them were concerned. Their chief, however, had a different object; one which, ere long, I was enabled to comprehend.
The character of the country around Cerro Gordo a labyrinth of cañons and barrancos covered with a thick growth of tangled chapparal, rendered their remaining near the field of their defeat an easy matter unattended with danger. They knew the pursuit had passed up the main road to Jalapa; and there was not the remotest chance of their being followed across country.
They had accomplished whatever purpose had kept them near the field; and they were now en route for some more distant scene of action.
I had been actually riding after them on that headlong chase which carried me into the midst of their improvised ambuscade!
As a prisoner, my position lay in the rear only one or two files of the cuadrilla riding behind me.
I could see Rayas in front, at the head of his band.
I wondered he did not hang back for the purpose of taunting me with his triumphant speeches. I could only account for his not doing so, by the supposition that he was a man of patience, and that my hour of torture had not arrived.
That I should have to suffer some fearful indignity, in all likelihood, and the loss of my life, I felt certain. What had occurred between myself and the brigand chief, had established a relationship that must end in the ruin of one or the other; and it was clear that I was to be the victim. It needed not that hideous grin with which he had regarded me, on becoming his prisoner nor the jovial style in which he talked of a revanche , to assure me that for this mild term I might substitute the phrase Deadly revenge!
He had promised his associates a spectacle on their arrival at La Rinconada. I had no doubt, that in that spectacle I was myself to be the prominent figure; or at all events the chief sufferer .
I had been riding for some time, absorbed in meditations, that I need not pronounce painful. Circumstanced as I was, they could not be pleasant. It was only in an occasional and involuntary glance, that my eyes had rested upon Rayas, at the head of his cuadrilla.
I had not noticed a peculiar personage riding by his side. This arose from the fact, that the individual in question was of shorter stature than the other salteadores , by nearly the head, and therefore hidden from my view by the bodies of the brigands habitually interposed between us.
After cresting the ridge above mentioned, and commencing the descent on its opposite side, I could command a better view of those in front; and then it was that the individual, riding alongside of Rayas, attracted my attention. Not only attracted it, but fixed it, to the exclusion of every other thought even the reflections I had been hitherto indulging in, upon my own unfortunate situation.
At the first glance I had mistaken the companion of the robber chief for a man, or a boy closely approximating to manhood. There was a mans hat upon the head the usual low-crowned, broad-brimmed sombrero . Moreover, the style of equitation was that of a man a leg on each side of the saddle.
It was only at the second glance that my gaze became fixed only after perceiving, by the long plaits of hair hanging down to the croup of the saddle along with some peculiarities of shape and costume that the companion of the robber chief was a woman !
There was nothing in the discovery to cause me surprise. Both the hat on the head, and the mode à la Duchesse de Berri in which the woman was mounted, were sights that could be seen any day upon the roads of Mexico, or in the streets of its cities. Both were but the common fashions of the country.
What fixed my attention was the fact, that I fancied I knew the woman or rather girl, as she appeared to be that I had seen her before!
It was only the back of the head and shoulders I was yet permitted to see; but there was sufficient idiosyncracy about these, to beget within me a vague idea of identification.