The Free Lances Part 33

The Hussars turned out--an escort of some eight or ten files, with two officers at its head; these riding side by side, and a little in advance. They were chatting gaily and rather vociferously; the voice of him who spoke loudest being well-known to Jose. For Colonel Santander, whether welcome or not, was a frequent visitor at the _casa de campo_ of Don Ignacio Valverde. And the dwarf now remembered it too, as he did so abandoning all attempt at concealment, and gliding out into the middle of the road.

"_Carajo_!" simultaneously shouted the two officers, as their horses reared up, snorting at the strange shape so suddenly presented before them. "What the _Demonio_ is it, if not Satan himself?" added Santander.

"No, _Senor Coronet_," returned Zorillo. "Not the devil; only a poor creature whom G.o.d has cursed by making him in a shape that isn't altogether fas.h.i.+onable. But just for that reason I trust being recalled to your Excellency's remembrance--am I not?"

"Ah! You were in the Acordada?"

"_Si, Senor Coronet_."

"And 'twas you I saw coupled to the Tejano?"

"The same, Senor. In that prosecuted by a like ill, no doubt, the devil all the time directing it."

"But where have you been since, sirrah?"

"Ah! _Excellenza_! that's just it; the very thing I want to tell you.

I was on my way to the city in hopes of obtaining an interview with you.

What a bit of fortune you pa.s.sing here: 'twill save me a journey I was ill able to make; for I'm quite worn out, and weak, from being starved up there in the mountains."

"Oh! you've been up there?"

"Yes, Senor Coronel, in hiding with the others. But not like them voluntarily. They took me along with them, whether I would or no, and have kept me ever since--till this night, when an opportunity offered for giving them the slip. It isn't all of four hours since I parted company with them. But if your Excellency wishes to hear the whole story, perhaps you'd like it better in private. If I mistake not, some of it should only reach your own ears."

Santander had been already thinking of this, and turning to the officer by his side, he said--

"Take the men on, Ramirez. Halt at a hundred yards or so, and wait for me."

In obedience to the order the escort moved on, stopping as directed, the dialogue between Santander and the dwarf meanwhile continuing. It was more of a monologue, the latter giving a detailed relation of all that had occurred to him since the time of their escape from the chain-gang, with comments and suggestions added.

After hearing all, Santander rose in his stirrups, his features showing triumph, such as Satan might feel at a world of souls just delivered to him.

"The game is mine at last!" he muttered to himself, "every trick of it.

They're in a trap now; and when they go out of it, 'twill be to the _garrota_."

For a moment he sat silent, apparently considering what was his best course to pursue. Then, seemingly having decided, he called out--

"Ramirez! Send a couple of men to me--the corporal and another."

These, detached from the escort, came trotting back along the road.

"Here, _cabo_! Take charge of this curious specimen. Keep him here, and see that you hold him safe till you have my orders for releasing him. Don't stray from this spot as you value your own neck--not an inch."

Saying which he put spurs to his horse, and rejoined his escort. Then commanding, "Forward! at the double quick!" they started off at full gallop towards the city.

CHAPTER FIFTY ONE.

A GRUMBLING GUARD.

Part of the dialogue between Santander and the hunchback was overheard by Jose--enough of it to give him the trembles. Among its revelations was nought relating to himself, or his connivance at the escape of the prisoners. For all, he could see that he was now in as much danger as they who were in hiding. The Colonel of Hussars had gone on to the city, perhaps to complete some duty already engaging him, but as likely to obtain a stronger force. And as his words told, he would return again; and no doubt make direct for the old monastery, the dwarf guiding him.

The first thought of the faithful _cochero_ was not about himself, nor his horses. These might stay in the meadow all night, as they were now likely to do. The lives of men were at stake--his own among the number--and his sole purpose now was to get home, report what he had heard to his young mistress and the Condesa; then hasten up the mountain to warn the imperilled ones. As good luck would have it, he knew the place they were in. Son of a _carb.o.n.e.ro_, when a boy he had helped his father in the charcoal-burning business; was familiar with the mountain forests, and their paths, and had more than once been at the abandoned monastery. He could easily find the way to it. But the difficulty was to get back to his master's house--even stir from the spot on which he stood. Soon as receiving their orders the two Hussars had dismounted, and tied up their horses, one on each side of the rocky embayment; they themselves, with their curious charge, occupying the s.p.a.ce between. It was not possible to pa.s.s without being seen by them, and as surely seized.

So long as he kept his place he might feel comparatively safe. The cove was of a three-cornered shape, with luckily a deep dark cleft at its inner angle, into which he had already squeezed himself. While the moon remained low, and the cliff made shadow, there was little likelihood of their seeing him, unless they came close up. Still, the situation was aught but pleasant, and ere long became irksome in the extreme; the conversation to which he was compelled to listen making it so.

The two _Husares_ did not seem, to be in the best of temper; the corporal more especially showing signs of dissatisfaction. Groping about for a stone to seat himself on, he grumbled out--

"_Maddita_! What a bore, having to stay here till they get back.

Heaven knows when that will be. Like enough not before morning. I thought we were going to pa.s.s the night in San Augustin, and had hopes of a chat with that _muchachita_ at the house where the colonel visits."

"Pepita, you mean--lady's maid to the Dona Luisa Valverde?"

"Of course I mean her, the pretty dear; and have reason to think she is a bit sweet upon me."

Josh's heart was on fire--his blood boiling. It was with difficulty he restrained himself from springing out upon the soldier and clutching him by the throat. He succeeded, however, in keeping his place, if not his temper; for it would have been sheer madness to show himself there and then. What came after quite tranquillised him.

"Well, _cabo_" returned he of the rank and file, seemingly without fear of speaking plain to the non-commissioned officer, "I should be sorry to dash your hopes; but as a friend I can't help saying I don't think you have much chance in that quarter. She's a step higher, that same Pepita; holds her head far above any of us common soldiers--"

"Common soldiers! I'm a corporal; you forget that, _hombre_. But why do you think my chances are so poor?"

"Because I've heard say there's a man about the establishment to whom she's already given what heart she may have had to give--that they're engaged. The fellow's groom or _cochero_, or something of the sort."

Jose breathed easier now, noways provoked at having been spoken of as a "fellow."

"Bah!" contemptuously exclaimed the corporal. "What care I for that horse-cleaner and carriage-washer for a rival! I've cut out scores of such before now, and will do the same with him. Lie down there, you devil's imp!" he added, turning savagely upon the dwarf, and venting his spleen by giving the creature a kick. "Down, or I'll break every bone in your body."

"Mercy, master!" expostulated the hunchback. "Don't be so cruel to a fellow-creature."

"Fellow-creature! That's good, ha, ha, ha!" And the brute broke out into a hoa.r.s.e laugh, till the rocks echoed his fiendish cachinnation.

"Well, your wors.h.i.+p," rejoined he thus inhumanly mocked, with an air of a.s.sumed meekness; "whatever I am, it pains me to think I should be the cause of keeping you here. But why should you stay, may I ask? You don't suppose I'm going to run away? If I were with you as a prisoner-- but I am not. I sought an interview with your Colonel of my own free will. Surely you saw that!"

"True enough, he did," interposed the soldier.

"And what if he did?" growled the corporal.

"Only, Senor, to show that I have no intention to part company with you, nor wish neither. _Por Dios_! don't let me hinder you from having that chat with the _muchachita_. It's but a step back to the _pueblo_, and like as not she'll be on the lookout for you, spite of what your comrade says. Maybe he has an eye to the pretty dear himself, and that's why he wishes to discourage you."

As this rigmarole was delivered in the most comical manner, it put the soldiers in a better humour, both breaking out into laughter.

Of course the corporal had no thought of availing himself of the permission so accorded. Their orders were strict to stay in that spot, and stay they must. The question was, how were they to spend the time.

A smoke to begin with; and they drew out their cigarritos, with flint, steel, and tinder.

Soon as the red coal appeared beneath their noses, said the _cabo_ to his comrade--

"By the way, Perico, have you your cards with you?"