General Barrios, in a shabby blue tunic19 and white peg-top trousers falling upon strange red boots, kept his head uncovered and stooped slightly, propping20 himself up with a thick stick. No! He had earned enough military glory to satiate any man, he insisted to Mrs. Gould, trying at the same time to put an air of gallantry into his attitude. A few jetty hairs hung sparsely22 from his upper lip, he had a salient nose, a thin, long jaw23, and a black silk patch over one eye. His other eye, small and deep-set, twinkled erratically24 in all directions, aimlessly affable. The few European spectators, all men, who had naturally drifted into the neighbourhood of the Gould carriage, betrayed by the solemnity of their faces their impression that the general must have had too much punch (Swedish punch, imported in bottles by Anzani) at the Amarilla Club before he had started with his Staff on a furious ride to the harbour. But Mrs. Gould bent25 forward, self-possessed, and declared her conviction that still more glory awaited the general in the near future.
“Senora!” he remonstrated26, with great feeling, “in the name of God, reflect! How can there be any glory for a man like me in overcoming that bald-headed embustero with the dyed moustaches?”
Pablo Ignacio Barrios, son of a village alcalde, general of division, commanding in chief the Occidental Military district, did not frequent the higher society of the town. He preferred the unceremonious gatherings27 of men where he could tell jaguar-hunt stories, boast of his powers with the lasso, with which he could perform extremely difficult feats28 of the sort “no married man should attempt,” as the saying goes amongst the llaneros; relate tales of extraordinary night rides, encounters with wild bulls, struggles with crocodiles, adventures in the great forests, crossings of swollen29 rivers. And it was not mere30 boastfulness that prompted the general’s reminiscences, but a genuine love of that wild life which he had led in his young days before he turned his back for ever on the thatched roof of the parental31 tolderia in the woods. Wandering away as far as Mexico he had fought against the French by the side (as he said) of Juarez, and was the only military man of Costaguana who had ever encountered European troops in the field. That fact shed a great lustre32 upon his name till it became eclipsed by the rising star of Montero. All his life he had been an inveterate33 gambler. He alluded34 himself quite openly to the current story how once, during some campaign (when in command of a brigade), he had gambled away his horses, pistols, and accoutrements, to the very epaulettes, playing monte with his colonels the night before the battle. Finally, he had sent under escort his sword (a presentation sword, with a gold hilt) to the town in the rear of his position to be immediately pledged for five hundred pesetas with a sleepy and frightened shop-keeper. By daybreak he had lost the last of that money, too, when his only remark, as he rose calmly, was, “Now let us go and fight to the death.” From that time he had become aware that a general could lead his troops into battle very well with a simple stick in his hand. “It has been my custom ever since,” he would say.
He was always overwhelmed with debts; even during the periods of splendour in his varied35 fortunes of a Costaguana general, when he held high military commands, his gold-laced uniforms were almost always in pawn36 with some tradesman. And at last, to avoid the incessant37 difficulties of costume caused by the anxious lenders, he had assumed a disdain38 of military trappings, an eccentric fashion of shabby old tunics39, which had become like a second nature. But the faction40 Barrios joined needed to fear no political betrayal. He was too much of a real soldier for the ignoble41 traffic of buying and selling victories. A member of the foreign diplomatic body in Sta. Marta had once passed a judgment42 upon him: “Barrios is a man of perfect honesty and even of some talent for war, mais il manque de tenue.” After the triumph of the Ribierists he had obtained the reputedly lucrative43 Occidental command, mainly through the exertions44 of his creditors45 (the Sta. Marta shopkeepers, all great politicians), who moved heaven and earth in his interest publicly, and privately46 besieged47 Senor Moraga, the influential48 agent of the San Tome mine, with the exaggerated lamentations that if the general were passed over, “We shall all be ruined.” An incidental but favourable49 mention of his name in Mr. Gould senior’s long correspondence with his son had something to do with his appointment, too; but most of all undoubtedly50 his established political honesty. No one questioned the personal bravery of the Tiger-killer, as the populace called him. He was, however, said to be unlucky in the field — but this was to be the beginning of an era of peace. The soldiers liked him for his humane51 temper, which was like a strange and precious flower unexpectedly blooming on the hotbed of corrupt52 revolutions; and when he rode slowly through the streets during some military display, the contemptuous good humour of his solitary53 eye roaming over the crowds extorted54 the acclamations of the populace. The women of that class especially seemed positively55 fascinated by the long drooping56 nose, the peaked chin, the heavy lower lip, the black silk eyepatch and band slanting57 rakishly over the forehead. His high rank always procured58 an audience of Caballeros for his sporting stories, which he detailed59 very well with a simple, grave enjoyment60. As to the society of ladies, it was irksome by the restraints it imposed without any equivalent, as far as he could see. He had not, perhaps, spoken three times on the whole to Mrs. Gould since he had taken up his high command; but he had observed her frequently riding with the Senor Administrador, and had pronounced that there was more sense in her little bridle-hand than in all the female heads in Sulaco. His impulse had been to be very civil on parting to a woman who did not wobble in the saddle, and happened to be the wife of a personality very important to a man always short of money. He even pushed his attentions so far as to desire the aide-de-camp at his side (a thick-set, short captain with a Tartar physiognomy) to bring along a corporal with a file of men in front of the carriage, lest the crowd in its backward surges should “incommode the mules of the senora.” Then, turning to the small knot of silent Europeans looking on within earshot, he raised his voice protectingly —
“Senores, have no apprehension61. Go on quietly making your Ferro Carril — your railways, your telegraphs. Your — There’s enough wealth in Costaguana to pay for everything — or else you would not be here. Ha! ha! Don’t mind this little picardia of my friend Montero. In a little while you shall behold62 his dyed moustaches through the bars of a strong wooden cage. Si, senores! Fear nothing, develop the country, work, work!”
The little group of engineers received this exhortation63 without a word, and after waving his hand at them loftily, he addressed himself again to Mrs. Gould —
“That is what Don Jose says we must do. Be enterprising! Work! Grow rich! To put Montero in a cage is my work; and when that insignificant64 piece of business is done, then, as Don Jose wishes us, we shall grow rich, one and all, like so many Englishmen, because it is money that saves a country, and —”
But a young officer in a very new uniform, hurrying up from the direction of the jetty, interrupted his interpretation65 of Senor Avellanos’s ideals. The general made a movement of impatience66; the other went on talking to him insistently67, with an air of respect. The horses of the Staff had been embarked68, the steamer’s gig was awaiting the general at the boat steps; and Barrios, after a fierce stare of his one eye, began to take leave. Don Jose roused himself for an appropriate phrase pronounced mechanically. The terrible strain of hope and fear was telling on him, and he seemed to husband the last sparks of his fire for those oratorical69 efforts of which even the distant Europe was to hear. Antonia, her red lips firmly closed, averted70 her head behind the raised fan; and young Decoud, though he felt the girl’s eyes upon him, gazed away persistently71, hooked on his elbow, with a scornful and complete detachment. Mrs. Gould heroically concealed72 her dismay at the appearance of men and events so remote from her racial conventions, dismay too deep to be uttered in words even to her husband. She understood his voiceless reserve better now. Their confidential73 intercourse74 fell, not in moments of privacy, but precisely75 in public, when the quick meeting of their glances would comment upon some fresh turn of events. She had gone to his school of uncompromising silence, the only one possible, since so much that seemed shocking, weird76, and grotesque77 in the working out of their purposes had to be accepted as normal in this country. Decidedly, the stately Antonia looked more mature and infinitely78 calm; but she would never have known how to reconcile the sudden sinkings of her heart with an amiable79 mobility80 of expression.
Mrs. Gould smiled a good-bye at Barrios, nodded round to the Europeans (who raised their hats simultaneously) with an engaging invitation, “I hope to see you all presently, at home”; then said nervously81 to Decoud, “Get in, Don Martin,” and heard him mutter to himself in French, as he opened the carriage door, “Le sort en est jete.” She heard him with a sort of exasperation82. Nobody ought to have known better than himself that the first cast of dice83 had been already thrown long ago in a most desperate game. Distant acclamations, words of command yelled out, and a roll of drums on the jetty greeted the departing general. Something like a slight faintness came over her, and she looked blankly at Antonia’s still face, wondering what would happen to Charley if that absurd man failed. “A la casa, Ignacio,” she cried at the motionless broad back of the coachman, who gathered the reins84 without haste, mumbling85 to himself under his breath, “Si, la casa. Si, si nina.”
The carriage rolled noiselessly on the soft track, the shadows fell long on the dusty little plain interspersed86 with dark bushes, mounds87 of turned-up earth, low wooden buildings with iron roofs of the Railway Company; the sparse21 row of telegraph poles strode obliquely88 clear of the town, bearing a single, almost invisible wire far into the great campo — like a slender, vibrating feeler of that progress waiting outside for a moment of peace to enter and twine89 itself about the weary heart of the land.
The cafe window of the Albergo d’ltalia Una was full of sunburnt, whiskered faces of railway men. But at the other end of the house, the end of the Signori Inglesi, old Giorgio, at the door with one of his girls on each side, bared his bushy head, as white as the snows of Higuerota. Mrs. Gould stopped the carriage. She seldom failed to speak to her protege; moreover, the excitement, the heat, and the dust had made her thirsty. She asked for a glass of water. Giorgio sent the children indoors for it, and approached with pleasure expressed in his whole rugged90 countenance91. It was not often that he had occasion to see his benefactress, who was also an Englishwoman — another title to his regard. He offered some excuses for his wife. It was a bad day with her; her oppressions — he tapped his own broad chest. She could not move from her chair that day.
Decoud, ensconced in the corner of his seat, observed gloomily Mrs. Gould’s old revolutionist, then, offhand92 —
“Well, and what do you think of it all, Garibaldino?”
Old Giorgio, looking at him with some curiosity, said civilly that the troops had marched very well. One-eyed Barrios and his officers had done wonders with the recruits in a short time. Those Indios, only caught the other day, had gone swinging past in double quick time, like bersaglieri; they looked well fed, too, and had whole uniforms. “Uniforms!” he repeated with a half-smile of pity. A look of grim retrospect93 stole over his piercing, steady eyes. It had been otherwise in his time when men fought against tyranny, in the forests of Brazil, or on the plains of Uruguay, starving on half-raw beef without salt, half naked, with often only a knife tied to a stick for a weapon. “And yet we used to prevail against the oppressor,” he concluded, proudly.
His animation94 fell; the slight gesture of his hand expressed discouragement; but he added that he had asked one of the sergeants95 to show him the new rifle. There was no such weapon in his fighting days; and if Barrios could not —
“Yes, yes,” broke in Don Jose, almost trembling with eagerness. “We are safe. The good Senor Viola is a man of experience. Extremely deadly — is it not so? You have accomplished96 your mission admirably, my dear Martin.”
Decoud, lolling back moodily97, contemplated98 old Viola.
“Ah! Yes. A man of experience. But who are you for, really, in your heart?”
Mrs. Gould leaned over to the children. Linda had brought out a glass of water on a tray, with extreme care; Giselle presented her with a bunch of flowers gathered hastily.
“For the people,” declared old Viola, sternly.
“We are all for the people — in the end.”
“Yes,” muttered old Viola, savagely99. “And meantime they fight for you. Blind. Esclavos!”
At that moment young Scarfe of the railway staff emerged from the door of the part reserved for the Signori Inglesi. He had come down to headquarters from somewhere up the line on a light engine, and had had just time to get a bath and change his clothes. He was a nice boy, and Mrs. Gould welcomed him.
“It’s a delightful100 surprise to see you, Mrs. Gould. I’ve just come down. Usual luck. Missed everything, of course. This show is just over, and I hear there has been a great dance at Don Juste Lopez’s last night. Is it true?”
“The young patricians,” Decoud began suddenly in his precise English, “have indeed been dancing before they started off to the war with the Great Pompey.”
Young Scarfe stared, astounded101. “You haven’t met before,” Mrs. Gould intervened. “Mr. Decoud — Mr. Scarfe.”
“Ah! But we are not going to Pharsalia,” protested Don Jose, with nervous haste, also in English. “You should not jest like this, Martin.”
Antonia’s breast rose and fell with a deeper breath. The young engineer was utterly102 in the dark. “Great what?” he muttered, vaguely103.
“Luckily, Montero is not a Caesar,” Decoud continued. “Not the two Monteros put together would make a decent parody104 of a Caesar.” He crossed his arms on his breast, looking at Senor Avellanos, who had returned to his immobility. “It is only you, Don Jose, who are a genuine old Roman — vir Romanus — eloquent105 and inflexible106.”
Since he had heard the name of Montero pronounced, young Scarfe had been eager to express his simple feelings. In a loud and youthful tone he hoped that this Montero was going to be licked once for all and done with. There was no saying what would happen to the railway if the revolution got the upper hand. Perhaps it would have to be abandoned. It would not be the first railway gone to pot in Costaguana. “You know, it’s one of their so-called national things,” he ran on, wrinkling up his nose as if the word had a suspicious flavour to his profound experience of South American affairs. And, of course, he chatted with animation, it had been such an immense piece of luck for him at his age to get appointed on the staff “of a big thing like that — don’t you know.” It would give him the pull over a lot of chaps all through life, he asserted. “Therefore — down with Montero! Mrs. Gould.” His artless grin disappeared slowly before the unanimous gravity of the faces turned upon him from the carriage; only that “old chap,” Don Jose, presenting a motionless, waxy107 profile, stared straight on as if deaf. Scarfe did not know the Avellanos very well. They did not give balls, and Antonia never appeared at a ground-floor window, as some other young ladies used to do attended by elder women, to chat with the caballeros on horseback in the Calle. The stares of these creoles did not matter much; but what on earth had come to Mrs. Gould? She said, “Go on, Ignacio,” and gave him a slow inclination108 of the head. He heard a short laugh from that round-faced, Frenchified fellow. He coloured up to the eyes, and stared at Giorgio Viola, who had fallen back with the children, hat in hand.
“I shall want a horse presently,” he said with some asperity109 to the old man.
“Si, senor. There are plenty of horses,” murmured the Garibaldino, smoothing absently, with his brown hands, the two heads, one dark with bronze glints, the other fair with a coppery ripple110, of the two girls by his side. The returning stream of sightseers raised a great dust on the road. Horsemen noticed the group. “Go to your mother,” he said. “They are growing up as I am growing older, and there is nobody —”
He looked at the young engineer and stopped, as if awakened111 from a dream; then, folding his arms on his breast, took up his usual position, leaning back in the doorway112 with an upward glance fastened on the white shoulder of Higuerota far away.
In the carriage Martin Decoud, shifting his position as though he could not make himself comfortable, muttered as he swayed towards Antonia, “I suppose you hate me.” Then in a loud voice he began to congratulate Don Jose upon all the engineers being convinced Ribierists. The interest of all those foreigners was gratifying. “You have heard this one. He is an enlightened well-wisher. It is pleasant to think that the prosperity of Costaguana is of some use to the world.”
“He is very young,” Mrs. Gould remarked, quietly.
“And so very wise for his age,” retorted Decoud. “But here we have the naked truth from the mouth of that child. You are right, Don Jose. The natural treasures of Costaguana are of importance to the progressive Europe represented by this youth, just as three hundred years ago the wealth of our Spanish fathers was a serious object to the rest of Europe — as represented by the bold buccaneers. There is a curse of futility113 upon our character: Don Quixote and Sancho Panza, chivalry114 and materialism115, high-sounding sentiments and a supine morality, violent efforts for an idea and a sullen116 acquiescence117 in every form of corruption118. We convulsed a continent for our independence only to become the passive prey119 of a democratic parody, the helpless victims of scoundrels and cut-throats, our institutions a mockery, our laws a farce120 — a Guzman Bento our master! And we have sunk so low that when a man like you has awakened our conscience, a stupid barbarian121 of a Montero — Great Heavens! a Montero! — becomes a deadly danger, and an ignorant, boastful Indio, like Barrios, is our defender122.”
But Don Jose, disregarding the general indictment123 as though he had not heard a word of it, took up the defence of Barrios. The man was competent enough for his special task in the plan of campaign. It consisted in an offensive movement, with Cayta as base, upon the flank of the Revolutionist forces advancing from the south against Sta. Marta, which was covered by another army with the President-Dictator in its midst. Don Jose became quite animated124 with a great flow of speech, bending forward anxiously under the steady eyes of his daughter. Decoud, as if silenced by so much ardour, did not make a sound. The bells of the city were striking the hour of Oracion when the carriage rolled under the old gateway125 facing the harbour like a shapeless monument of leaves and stones. The rumble126 of wheels under the sonorous127 arch was traversed by a strange, piercing shriek, and Decoud, from his back seat, had a view of the people behind the carriage trudging128 along the road outside, all turning their heads, in sombreros and rebozos, to look at a locomotive which rolled quickly out of sight behind Giorgio Viola’s house, under a white trail of steam that seemed to vanish in the breathless, hysterically129 prolonged scream of warlike triumph. And it was all like a fleeting130 vision, the shrieking131 ghost of a railway engine fleeing across the frame of the archway, behind the startled movement of the people streaming back from a military spectacle with silent footsteps on the dust of the road. It was a material train returning from the Campo to the palisaded yards. The empty cars rolled lightly on the single track; there was no rumble of wheels, no tremor132 of the ground. The engine-driver, running past the Casa Viola with the salute133 of an uplifted arm, checked his speed smartly before entering the yard; and when the ear-splitting screech134 of the steam-whistle for the brakes had stopped, a series of hard, battering135 shocks, mingled136 with the clanking of chain-couplings, made a tumult137 of blows and shaken fetters138 under the vault139 of the gate.
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