The Underdogs Part 22
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"Not from you! If I was dying, I wouldn't accept anything from you ...
not even water."
In Cuquio Demetrio received a message.
"We've got to go back to Tepat.i.tlan, General," said Luis Cervantes, scanning the dispatch rapidly. "You've got to leave the men there while you go to Lagos and take the train over to Aguascalientes."
There was much heated protest, the men muttering to themselves or even groaning out loud. Some of them, mountaineers, swore that they would not continue with the troop.
Camilla wept all night. On the morrow at dawn, she begged Demetrio to let her return home.
"If you don't like me, all right," he answered sullenly.
"That's not the reason. I care for you a lot, really. But you know how it is. That woman ..."
"Never mind about her. It's all right! I'll send her off to h.e.l.l today.
I had already decided that."
Camilla dried her tears....
Every horse was saddled; the men were waiting only for orders from the Chief. Demetrio went up to War Paint and said under his breath:
"You're not coming with us."
"What!" she gasped.
"You're going to stay here or go wherever you d.a.m.n well please, but you're not coming along with us."
"What? What's that you're saying?" Still she could not catch Demetrio's meaning. Then the truth dawned upon her. "You want to send me away? By G.o.d, I suppose you believe all the filth that b.i.t.c.h..."
And War Paint proceeded to insult Camilla, Luis Cervantes, Demetrio, and anyone she happened to remember at the moment, with such power and originality that the soldiers listened in wonder to vituperation that transcended their wildest dream of profanity and filth. Demetrio waited a long time patiently. Then, as she showed no sign of stopping, he said to a soldier quite calmly:
"Throw this drunken woman out."
"Blondie, Blondie, love of my life! Help! Come and show them you're a real man! Show them they're nothing but sons of b.i.t.c.hes! ..."
She gesticulated, kicked, and shouted.
Blondie appeared; he had just got up. His blue eyes blinked under heavy lids; his voice rang hoa.r.s.e. He asked what had occurred; someone explained. Then he went up to War Paint, and with great seriousness, said:
"Yes? Really? Well, if you want my opinion, I think this is just what ought to happen. So far as I'm concerned, you can go straight to h.e.l.l.
We're all fed up with you, see?"
War Paint's face turned to granite; she tried to speak but her muscles were rigid.
The soldiers laughed. Camilla, terrified, held her breath.
War Paint stared slowly at everyone about her. It all took no more than a few seconds. In a trice she bent down, drew a sharp, gleaming dagger from her stocking and leapt at Camilla.
A shrill cry. A body fell, the blood spurting from it.
"Kill her, G.o.dd.a.m.n it," cried Demetrio, beyond himself. "Kill her!"
Two soldiers fell upon War Paint, but she brandished her dagger, defying them to touch her:
"Not the likes of you, G.o.dd.a.m.n you! Kill me yourself, Demetrio!"
War Paint stepped forward, surrendered her dagger and, thrusting her breast forward, let her arms fall to her side.
Demetrio picked up the dagger, red with blood, but his eyes clouded; he hesitated, took a step backward. Then, with a heavy hoa.r.s.e voice he growled, enraged:
"Get out of here! Quick!"
No one dared stop her. She moved off slowly, mute, somber.
Blondie's shrill, guttural voice broke the silent stupor:
"Thank G.o.d! At last I'm rid of that d.a.m.ned louse!"
XIII
Someone plunged a knife Deep in my side.
Did he know why?
I don't know why.
Maybe he knew, I never knew.
The blood flowed out Of that mortal wound.
Did he know why?
I don't know why.
Maybe he knew, I never knew.
His head lowered, his hands crossed over the pommel of his saddle, Demetrio in melancholy accents sang the strains of the intriguing song.
Then he fell silent; for quite a while he continued to feel oppressed and sad.
"You'll see, as soon as we reach Lagos you'll come out of it, General.
There's plenty of pretty girls to give us a good time," Blondie said.
"Right now I feel like getting d.a.m.n drunk," Demetrio answered, spurring his horse forward and leaving them as if he wished to abandon himself entirely to his sadness.
After many hours of riding he called Cervantes.
"Listen, Tenderfoot, why in h.e.l.l do we have to go to Aguascalientes?"
"You have to vote for the Provisional President of the Republic, General!"
"President, what? Who in the devil, then, is this man Carranza? I'll be d.a.m.ned if I know what it's all about."
The Underdogs Part 22
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