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"Ave Maria Purisima!" he said.
"Sin pecado concebida!" the dragoon answered, imitating the American's gesture.
"Santas tardes!" the new comer went on.
"Dios les da a Vm buenas!" the other immediately answered.
These necessary formulas of every meeting exhausted, the ice was broken, and the acquaintance made.
"Dismount, Caballero," the dragoon said; "the heat is stifling on the prairie; I have here a famous shade, and in this little pot cecina, with red harico beans and pimento, which I think you will like, if you do me the honour to share my repast."
"I readily accept your flattering invitation, Caballero," the American answered with a smile; "the more readily because I confess to you that I am literally starving, and, moreover, exhausted with fatigue."
"Caray! In that case I congratulate myself on the fortunate accident that occasions our meeting, so pray dismount without further delay."
"I am going to do so."
The American at once got off his horse, removed the bit, and the n.o.ble animal immediately joined its companion, while its master fell to the ground by the dragoon's side, with a sigh of satisfaction.
"You seem to have made a long ride, Caballero?" the soldier said.
"Yes," the American answered, "I have been on horseback for ten hours, not to mention that I spent the morning in fighting."
"Cristo! You have had hard work of it."
"You may say so without any risk of telling an untruth; for, on the word of a hunter, I never had such a tough job."
"You are a hunter?"
"At your service."
"A fine profession," the soldier said with a sigh; "I have been one too."
"And you regret it?"
"Daily."
"I can understand that. Once a man has tasted the joys of desert life, he always wishes to return to it."
"Alas, that is true."
"Why did you give it up then, since you liked it so much?"
"Ah, why!" the soldier said; "through love."
"What do you mean?"
"Yes, a child with whom I was so foolish as to fall in love, and who persuaded me to enlist."
"Oh, hang it!"
"Yes, and I had scarce put on my uniform, when she told me she was mistaken about me: that, thus dressed, I was much uglier than she could have supposed; in short, she left me in the lurch to run after an arriero."
The American could not refrain from laughing at this singular story.
"It is sad, is it not?" the soldier continued.
"Very sad," John Davis answered, trying in vain to regain his gravity.
"What would you have?" the soldier added gloomily; "the world is only one huge deception. But," he added with a sudden change of his tone, "I fancy our dinner is ready--I smell something which warns me that it is time to take off the pot."
As John Davis had naturally no objection to offer to this resolution of the soldier, the latter at once carried it into effect; the pot was taken off the fire and placed before the two guests, who began such a vigorous attack, that it was soon empty, in spite of its decent capacity.
This excellent meal was washed down with a few mouthfuls of Catalonian refino, with which the soldier appeared amply provided.
All was terminated with the indispensable cigarette, that obligato complement of every Hispano-American meal, and the two men, revived by the good food with which they had lined their stomachs, were soon in an excellent condition to open their hearts to each other.
"You seem to me a man of caution, Caballero," the American remarked, as he puffed out an immense mouthful of smoke, part of which came from his mouth, and part from his nostrils.
"It is a reminiscence of my old hunter's trade. Soldiers generally are not nearly so careful as I am."
"The more I observe you," John Davis went on, "the more extraordinary does it appear to me that you should have consented to take up a profession so badly paid as that of a soldier."
"What would you have? It is fatality, and then the impossibility of sending the uniform to the deuce. However, I hope to be made a _Cabo_ before the year's out."
"That is a fine position, as I have heard; the pay must be good."
"It would not be bad, if we received it."
"What do you mean?"
"It seems that the government is not rich."
"Then, you give it credit?"
"We are obliged to do so."
"Hang it! but forgive me for asking you all these questions, which must appear to you indiscreet."
"Not at all; we are talking as friends."
"How do you live?"
"Well, we have casualties."
"What may they be?"
"Do you not know?"