The National tribune., 1899-05-11

in this company7-Santiago, and a.
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Thus saying, and, with word, inflam-
ing their pride, he leaped against the foe,
followed by all the horsemcn.
| The two leaders in this desperate as
sault had vanished, d,-swallowed up, as it
were, in the vortex Oi contention; and il:
was not until his friends heard the voice
of Alvarado cxclaining, wildly, as if in
| extremity, Help me, De Lcste, true friend,
for | am unhorsed, Help me, or the hell
hounds will have me 10 the templer-
that they were Convinced the young men
were living.
"Bc of good heart" cried Don Amador
for he was at his side), drawing his
sabeT, with dexterous sleight, over the
sinewy arms that clutched his compan-
ion, and releasing, without doing him
| harm. "if thou art disaTmed, draw nv
dagger from the sheath and use it, and
fear not that will leave thee, till res
cued by others"
"Who gets my sword, takes the arm
along with it," cried AlyaraGo, grasping
again his chained weapon, and dealing
fierce blows, as he spoke. "a will remem-
Der the act-Ho, false friendsl, forsworn
soldiers! condemned Christians, why
leave ye US unsupported"
Courage, and Strike WELT we are near" ;"
! answered Don fernando. "Press on,
| friends; trample the curs to death! Join
we our true cavaliers; and then sweep
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| back for victory"
"Whcre gocst thou, now, mad Amador"
! they heard the voice of Alvarado exclaim =
ing. "Ileturn tiny horse is shoed with
piraguas; but mine sticks fast in this bog
| Of flesh. Return; fer, by heaven, | can
follow thee no further"
"Come on, as thou art a true man; for
am sore beset, and wounded" These
words, from the lips of the ncophy to,
came yet through the din OF yellS; but it
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was fecbleness in the voice that uttered
them.
"01wardp cried Cortez, with voice Of
thunder, and urging his dun steed furi-
ously over the tramplcd barbarians; "the
young man shall not perish
A wolf-hound, weary and spent with
the chase, suddenly surrounded by a
whole pack of the des troyers he has been
tracking, and falling under the iangs of
his quarry, may figure the condition Of
Don Amador de Leste, surrounded and
seized upon by the enemy. Nothing but
| the vigor of powerful and ficry-Spirited
steeds could have carried the two cava-
| iicrs so far into a crowd Of warriors almost
co:npacted. While the neophytc gave as
| sistance 10 his friend, a dozen blows of
| the maquahuitl were rained upon his
BODY: and so closely was he invested i'm
mediately after twhen, as Alyarado reined
in his steed to await the rest, the two
cavaliers were separated, that he
thought no longer Of warding off blows;
but giving himself up to shifting, he
| trusted TO the strength Of his mail for pro-
lection. But the heavy bludgeons bruis-
| ed where they could not wound; and his
armor being, at last, broken by the fury
of the blows, tho sharp glass penetrated
to his flesh. and he began to bleed. He
cast his eye over his shoulder, for his
strength was failing; but the plume Of
Don Pedro waved at a distance behind.
and the shouts Of CorteZ seemed to come
from afar. He turned his horses head,
to retreat; but half dozen savages, EN-.
boldend by this symptom of defeat,
clutched upon the bridle; and the hand
he raised 10 smite at them was seized
by as many others. 1t was at this mo-
ment that he called out TO his compan-
ion, in the words we have recorded; but
the answer, If answer were made, was
} drowned in the savage yelis Of exultation.
with which his foes beheld him in their
power. He collected all his energies.
struggled violently, and striking the row
els deep, and animating Fogoso with his
voice, hoped, by one bound, TO spring
clear of his capturers. Tho gallant steed
vaulted on high, but fell again to the
earth, under the weight OF the many that
clung to him: and a dozen new hands 8
4 were added to those that already throttled
the rider.
} "Rescue mo, II ye be mem" he cried,
with voice that prevailed over the up
roar.-The cry was echoed by 20 Chris
tian voices hard by, and a CLEAN of hope
entered into his heart. Another furious
struggle, another plunge Of Fogoso, and
he thought that the hands Of his emo
mics were at last unclenching. A bright
weapon flashed before his cyes.-It was
steel, and therefore the falchion Of .
! friendi-It fell upon his helmet with ire
sIstible weight; his brain spun. his ayes