the golden fleece-第11章
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an sank down again beside the empty bowl of the fountain。
Semitzin returned along the path by which she had come； towards the house。 As she turned round one of the corners； she saw a man's figure before her； strolling slowly along in the same direction in which she was going。 In a few moments he heard her light footfall； and； facing about； confronted her。 She continued to advance until she was within arm's reach of him： then she paused； and gazed steadfastly in his face。 He was the first human being； save Kamaiakan； that she had seen since her eyes closed upon the world of Tenochtitlan； three hundred years before。
The young man looked upon her with manifest surprise。 It was too dark to distinguish anything clearly； but it did not take him long to surmise that the figure was that of a woman； and her countenance； though changed in aspect by the head…dress she were； yet had features which； he knew； he had seen before。 But could it be Miriam Trednoke who was abroad at such an hour and in such a costume？ He did not recognize the Golden Fleece； but it was evident enough that she was clad as women are not。
Before he could think of anything to say to her； she smiled； and uttered some words in a soft； flowing language with which he was entirely unacquainted。 The next moment she had glided past him； and was out of sight round the curve of the path； leaving him in a state of perplexity not altogether gratifying。
〃What the deuce can it mean？〃 he muttered to himself。 〃I can't be mistaken about its being Miriam。 And yet she didn't look at me as if she recognized me。 What can she be doing out here at midnight？ I suppose it's none of my business： in fact； she might very reasonably ask the same question of me。 And if I were to tell her that I had only ridden over to spend a sentimental hour beneath her window； what would she say？ If she answered in the same lingo she used just now； I should be as wise as before。 After all； it may have been somebody else。 The image in my mind projected itself on her countenance。 I certainly must be in love！ I almost wish I'd never come here。 This complication about the general's irrigating scheme makes it awkward。 I'm bound not to explain things to him； and yet； if I don't； and he discovers （as he can't help doing） what I am here for； nothing will persuade him that I haven't been playing a double game； and that would not be a promising preliminary towards becoming a member of his family。 If Miriam were only Grace； now； it would be plain sailing。 Hello！ who's this？ Senor Don Miguel； as I'm a sinner！ What is he up to； pray？ Can this be the explanation of Miriam's escapade？ I have a strong desire to blow a hole through that fellow！ Buenas noches； Senor de Mendoza！ I am enchanted to have the unexpected honor of meeting you。〃
Senor de Mendoza turned round； disagreeably startled。 It is only fair to explain that he had not come hither with any lover… like designs towards Miriam。 Grace was the magnet that had drawn his steps to the Trednokes' garden； and the truth is that that enterprising young lady was not without a suspicion that he might turn up。 Could this information have been imparted to Freeman； it would have saved much trouble； but； as it was； not only did he jump to the conclusion that Don Miguel was his rival （and； seemingly； a not unsuccessful one）； but a similar misgiving as to Freeman's purposes towards Grace found its way into the heart of the Spaniard。 It was a most perverse trick of fate。
The two men contemplated each other； each after his own fashion： Don Miguel pale； glaring； bristling； Freeman smiling； insolent； hectoring。
〃Why are you here； senor？〃 demanded the former； at length。
〃Partly； senor； because such is my pleasure。 Partly； to inform you that your presence here offends me； and to humbly request you to be off。〃
〃Senor； this is an impertinence。〃
〃Senor； one is not impertinent to prowling greasers。 One admonishes them； and； if they do not obey； one chastises them。〃
〃Do you talk of chastising Don Miguel de Mendoza？ Senor； I will wash out that insult with your blood！〃
〃Excellent！ It is at your service for the taking。 But； lest we disturb the repose of our friends yonder； let us seek a more convenient spot。 I noticed a very pretty little glade on the right as I rode over here。 You are armed？ Good！ we will have this little affair adjusted within half an hour。 Yonder starthe planet of love； senorshall see fair play。 Andamos！〃
CHAPTER V。
Having mounted their steeds； the two sanguinary young gentlemen rode onwards； side by side； but in silence； for the souls of those who have resolved to slay each other find small delight in vain conversation。 Moreover； there is that in the conscious proximity of death which stimulates to thought much more than to speech。 But Freeman preserved an outward demeanor of complacent calm； as one who doubts not； nor dreads； the issue； and； indeed； this was not the first time by many that he had taken his life in his hand and brought it unscathed through dangers。 Don Miguel； on the other hand； was troubled in spirit； and uneasy in the flesh。 He was one soon hot and soon cold； and this long ride to the decisive event went much against his stomach。 If the conflict had taken place there in the garden； while the fire of the insult was yet scorching him； he could have fought it out with good will； but now the night air seemed chiller and chiller； and its frigidity crept into his nerves： he doubted of the steadiness of his aim； bethought himself that the darkness was detrimental to accurate shooting； and wondered whether Senor Freeman would think it necessary to fight across a handkerchief。 He could not help regretting； too； that the quarrel had not been occasioned by some more definite and satisfactory provocation；something which merely to think of would steel the heart to irrevocable murderousness。 But no blow had passed； even the words； though bitter to swallow； had been wrapt in the phrases of courtesy； and perhaps the whole affair was the result of some misapprehension。 He stole a look at the face of his companion； and the latter's air of confident and cheerful serenity made him feel worse than ever。 Was he being brought out here to be butchered for nothing；he； Don Miguel de Mendoza； who had looked forward to many pleasures in this life？ It was too bad。 It was true； the fortune of war might turn the other way； but Don Miguel was aware of a sensation in his bones which made this hope weak。
At length Freeman drew rein and glanced around him。 They were in a lonely and Don Miguel thoughta most desolate and unattractive spot。 An open space of about half an acre was bounded on one side by a growth of wild mustard； whose slender stalks rose to more than the height of a man's head。 On the other side was a grove of live…oak； and in front； the ground fell away in a rugged； bush…grown declivity。
〃It strikes me that this is just about what we want；〃 remarked Freeman； in his full； cheerful tones。 〃We are half a mile from the road； the ground is fairly level； and there's no possibility of our being disturbed。 I was thinking； this afternoon； as I passed through here； what an ideal spot it was for just such a little affair as you and I are bent on。 But I didn't venture to anticipate such speedy good fortune as your obliging condescension has brought to pass； Don Miguel。〃
〃Caramba！〃 muttered the senor； shivering。 He might have said more； but was unwilling to trust his voice； or to waste nervous energy。
Meanwhile； Freeman had dismounted； and was tethering his horse。 It occurred to the senor that it would be easy to pull his gun； send a bullet through his companion； and gallop away。 He did not yield to this temptation； partly from traditional feeling that it would not be suitable conduct for a De Mendoza； partly because he might miss the shot or only inflict a wound； and partly because such deeds demand a nerve which； at that moment； was not altogether at his command。 Instead； he slowly dismounted himself； and wondered whether it would ever be vouchsafed him to sit in that saddle again。
Freeman now produced his revolver； a handsome； silver…mounted weapon； that looked business…like
