The Rover of the Andes Part 43
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"De skownril!" muttered Quashy between his clenched teeth. "But what happen arter dat, Sooz'n?"
"Nuffin happen. Only poor ma.s.sa he look bery sad, an' says, says he, `Kurnel, I's come to say farewell. I would not t'ink ob asking your consent to such a marriage, but I do ask you to hold out de hope dat if I ebber comes back agin wid a k.u.mpitincy, (don' know 'zactly what dat is, but dat's what he called it)--wid a k.u.mpitincy, you'll not forbid me payin' my 'dresses to your darter.' What he wants to pay her dresses for, an' why he calls dem _his_ dresses, is more nor I can guess, but das what he say, an' de kurnel he says, says he, `No, Mis'r Amstrung, I'll not hold out no sich hope. It's time enough to speak ob dat when you comes back. It's bery kind ob you to sabe my darter's life, but--'
an' den he says a heap more, but I cou'n't make it rightly out, I _was_ so mad."
"When dey was partin', he says, says he, `Mis'r Amstrung, you mus'
promise me not to 'tempt to meet my darter before leaving.' I know'd, by de long silence and den by de way he speak dat Ma.s.sa Lawrence no like dat, but at last he says, says he, `Well, kurnel, I do promise dat I'll make no 'tempt to meet wid her,' an' den he hoed away. Now, Quashy, what you t'ink ob all dat?"
"I t'ink it am a puzzler," replied the negro, his face twisted up into wrinkles of perplexity. "I's puzzled to hear dat ma.s.sa tell a big lie by sayin' he's a beggar, an' den _show_ dat it's a lie by offerin' to pay for de kurnel's darter's dresses. It's koorious, but white folk _has_ sitch koorious ways dat it's not easy to understan' dem. Let's be t'ankful, Sooz'n, you an' me, that we're bof black."
"So I is, Quash, bery t'ankful, but what's to be dooed? Is ma.s.sa to go away widout sayin' good-bye to Miss Manuela?"
"Cer'nly not," cried the negro, with sudden energy, seizing his wife's face between his hands, and giving her lips a smack that resounded over the place--to the immense delight of several little Gaucho boys, who, clothed in nothing but ponchos and pugnacity, stood gazing at the couple.
Quashy jumped up with such violence that the boys in ponchos fled as he hurried along the street with his bride, earnestly explaining to her as he went, his new-born plans.
At the same moment that this conversation was taking place, Lawrence Armstrong and Pedro--_alias_ Conrad of the Mountains--were holding equally interesting and perhaps more earnest converse over two pots of coffee in a restaurant.
"I have already told you, senhor," said Pedro, "that old Ignacio followed us thus hotly, and overtook us as it happened so opportunely, for the purpose of telling me of a piece of good fortune that has just been sent to me."
"True," returned Lawrence, "and in the bustle of the moment when you told me I forgot to congratulate you, whatever the good fortune may be.
What was it?"
"Good old Ignacio little knew," continued Pedro, sipping his coffee with an air of supreme contentment, "what glad news I had in store for himself about my little Mariquita--the light of my eyes, the very echo of her mother! The good fortune he had to tell me of was but as a candle to the sun compared with what I had to reveal to _him_, for what is wealth compared with love? However, the other piece of good news is not to be sneezed at."
"But what _is_ this good news, Pedro?" asked Lawrence, with a touch of impatience, for his curiosity was aroused, and Pedro's mode of communicating glad tidings was not rapid.
Before he could reply their attention was attracted by the noisy and self-a.s.sertive entrance of two jovial British sailors, who, although not quite drunk, were in that condition which is styled by some people "elevated"--by others, debased. Whatever view may be taken of their condition, there could be only one opinion as to their effusive good-humour and universal good-will--a good-will which would probably have expanded at once into pugnacity, if any one had ventured to suggest that the couple had had more than enough of strong drink.
"Now then, Bill," cried one, smiting the other with facetious violence on the back, "what'll you have?" Then, without waiting for a reply, he added, to the waiter, "Let's have some brary-an'-warer!"
The brandy and water having been supplied, Bill nodded his head, cried, "Here's luck, Jim," and drained his first gla.s.s. Jim responded with the briefer toast, "Luck!" and followed the other's draining example.
"Now, I'll tell you wot it is, Jim," said Bill, setting down his gla.s.s and gazing at the brandy bottle with a solemnly virtuous look, "I wouldn't go for to see another bull-fight like that one we saw just before we left Monte Video, no, not if you was to give me a thousan'
pound down."
"No more would I," responded Jim, regarding the water-jug with a virtuously indignant air.
"Such dis-_gusting_ cruelty," continued Bill. "To see two strong men stand up o' their own accord an' hammer their two noses into somethin'
like plum duff, an' their two daylights into one, ain't more nor a or'nary seaman can stand; but to see a plucky little bull set to gore an' rip up a lot o' poor blinded horses, with a lot o' cowardly beggars eggin' it on, an' stickin' darts all over it, an' the place reekin' wi'
blood, an' the people cheerin' like mad--why--it--it made me a'most sea-sick, which I never was in my life yet. Bah! Pa.s.s the bottle, Jim."
"You're right, Bill," a.s.sented Jim, pa.s.sing the bottle, "an' it made poor young Ansty sick altogether. Leastwise, I saw his good-lookin'
face turn a'most green as he got up in a hurry like an' left the place, for you know, big an' well made as he is, an' able to hold his own wi'
the best, d.i.c.k Ansty has the heart of a woman for tenderness. His only fault is that he's a tee-totaller."
"Ay, a g-great fault that," said Bill, pouring out and spilling most of another gla.s.s. "I wouldn't give much for him."
"You couldn't help likin' him, though, if you'd sailed with him as I've done," returned Jim. "He's a reg'lar brick, though he don't smoke neither."
"Don't smoke?" exclaimed Bill, aghast. "Then he ain't fit for _this_ world! Why, what does he think 'baccy was made for?"
"I dun know as to that, Bill, but I do know that he's goin' to leave us.
You see, he's only a sort of half-hand--worked his pa.s.sage out, you know, an' well he did it too, though he is only a land-lubber, bein' a Cornishman, who's bin lookin' arter mines o' some sort ever since he was a boy. He says he's in great luck, havin' fallen in wi' a party as is just agoin' to start for the west under a feller they call Conrad o' the Mountains."
Lawrence and Pedro, who had been trying to ignore the presence of the sailors, and to converse in spite of their noise, became suddenly interested at this point, and the former glanced inquiringly at the latter.
"Listen," said Pedro, in a low voice, and with a nod of intelligence.
"It's a queer story," continued Jim. "I heard all about it this very mornin' from himself. He'd bin givin' some on us a lot o' good advice.
You see, he's a sort of edicated chap, an' got a tremendjous gift o' the gab, but none of us could take offence at 'im, for he's such a quiet, modest feller--although he _is_ big! Well, you must know that--that-- what was I sayin'?"
"P-pash th' bottle," said Bill.
"No, that's not what I was--Oh yes, I was goin' to say he'd bin givin'
us good advice, `because you must know, s.h.i.+pmates,' says he, `that I've bin in good luck on sh.o.r.e, havin' fallen in with a most interestin' man, whose right name I don't know yet, because everybody speaks of him as Conrad of the Mountains, though some calls him Pedro, and others the Rover of the Andes, and a good lot say he's a robber. But I don't care twopence what they say, for I've seen him, and believe him to be a first-rate feller. Anyhow, he's a rich one, and has bin hirin' a few men to help him to work his silver-mine, and as I know somethin' about mining, he has engaged me to superintend the underground work.'
"You may be sure we was surprised as well as pleased to hear all this, an' we pumped him, in course, a good deal, an' he told us that the mine was in the Andes somewheres, at a place called Murrykeety Valley, or some such name. This Conrad had discovered the mine a good while ago, and had got an old trapper an' a boy to work it, but never made much of it till a few months back, when the old man an' the boy came suddenly on some rich ground, where the silver was shovelled up in buckets. In course I don't rightly know what like silver is when first got hold on.
It ain't in ready-made dollars, I dare say, but anyhow, they say this Conrad'll be as rich as a nabob; an' he's got a pretty darter too, as has bin lost the most of her life, and just turned up at the same time wi' the silver. I don't rightly know if they dug her up in the mine, but there she is, an' she's goin' up to the mountains too, so young Ansty will be in good company."
"Jim," said Bill at this point, looking with unsteady solemnity at his comrade, and speaking slowly, "I d-don' b-b'lieve a single word on't.
Here, give us a light, an'--an'--pash th' borle."
Rising at this point, Lawrence and Pedro left those jovial British tars to their elevating occupations.
"Well, senhor," said the latter as they walked away, "you have heard it all, though not just in the way I had intended!"
"But tell me, Pedro, is this all true?"
"Substantially it is as you have heard it described, only I have had more people than old Ignacio and his boy to work my silver-mine. I have had several men at it for a long time, and hitherto it has paid sufficiently well to induce me to continue the works; but when Ignacio visited it a few weeks ago, in pa.s.sing on his way here to meet me, he found that a very rich lode had been found--so rich, indeed, and extensive, that there is every reason to expect what men call `a fortune' out of it. There is a grave, as you know, which dims for me the l.u.s.tre of any fortune, but now that it has pleased the Almighty to give me back my child, I will gladly, for her sake, try to extract a little more than the mere necessaries of life out of my silver-mine.
Now, my friend," added Pedro, suddenly stopping and confronting our hero with a decided air, and an earnest look, "will you join me in this venture? I would not give up my life's work here for all the mines in Peru. In order to raise the people and improve the condition of this land, I must continue to be a Rover of the Andes to the end of my days.
So, as I cannot superintend extensive mining operations at the same time, I must have a manager, and I know of no one whom I should like to have a.s.sociated with me half so well as Senhor Lawrence Armstrong. Will you go with me to the Mariquita Valley?"
Lawrence paused a minute, with his eyes on the ground, before answering.
"I am flattered by your good opinion, Pedro," he said at length, "and will give you an answer to-morrow, if that will do. I never take any important step in haste. This afternoon I have an appointment with Quashy, and as the hour is near, and I promised to be _very_ punctual, you will excuse my leaving you now."
"Certainly--to-morrow will do," said Pedro, "I hope to take Quashy also with me. He is a queer fellow."
"He is particularly queer just now," returned Lawrence. "I think his marriage with Susan has turned his brain. So, good-bye, Pedro--till to-morrow."
They shook hands heartily, and parted.
That same afternoon Quashy paid a formal visit to Manuela at her father's residence in the suburbs of Buenos Ayres, and told her, with a visage elongated to the uttermost, and eyes in which solemnity sat enthroned, that a very sick man in the country wanted to see her immediately before he died.
"Dear me, Quashy," said Manuela, an expression of sympathy appearing at once on her fine eyebrows, "who is it? what is his name? and why does he send for me?"
"I can't tell you his name, miss. I's not allowed. But it's a bad case, an' it will be awrful if he should die widout seein' you. You'd better be quick, miss, an' I'll promise to guide _you_ safe, an' take great care ob you."
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