Captain from Castile-continuation

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Campeador pricked up his ears and put action into his trot. They swept down into the tree line again, wound back and forth, crossed a brook, and at last came out upon the strip of meadow at which Pedro had been looking a few minutes earlier. Here Campeador, with his mind on refreshment at the tavern, broke into a gallop, which his rider did nothing to restrain.

"Rio Verde, Rio Verde [Pedro sang],
Dark with crimson blood thou flowest..."

But halfway along, the horse, shying to the left, cut the ballad short.
"Devil take you!" cursed Pedro, a little off balance. At the same time, glancing back, he drew up with a jerk. Campeador had shied at a peasant girl's black and red dress lying in the deep grass. A couple of yards farther off appeared the body of a dead hunting dog. It had been newly killed by a gaping knife cut across the throat.


Now I will continue this story:
Pedro urged the shaken horse on and they soon came upon a trail of blood that lead to an old, beaten down shack. Pedro tied Campeador to a tree and slid smoothly off his back. Pedro crawled through the grass toward the house and heard a loud cry for help. He stood up and ran toward the house at full speed because he recognized it as a woman's voice. He burst through the door and saw a woman and about 7 men sitting by the fire laughing at him. At first he was very confused, but then he recognized them as his friends from back home. They had played a very mean trick on him.