Two sentries6 of the rebel forces stood on guard with fixed7 bayonets at the central gateway2, and allowed none to enter without due authority. Messengers were hurrying across the courtyard incessantly8, and orderlies coming or going at a gallop9. Without the gates a large crowd, for the most part quiet, though greatly agitated10, filled the broad thoroughfare. Wild rumours11 circulated at random12 in the mass and the excitement was intense. The sound of distant firing was distinct and continuous.
Tiro made his way through the crowd without much difficulty, but found his path blocked by the sentries at the gateway. They refused to allow him to proceed, and for a moment he feared that he had run his risks in vain. Luckily, however, he was recognised as Molara's aide-de-camp by one of the Municipal attendants who were loitering in the courtyard. He wrote his name on a piece of paper and requested the man to take it to Savrola or, as he was now styled, the President of the Council of Public Safety. The servant departed, and after ten minutes returned with an officer, resplendent with the red sash of the Revolutionary party, who bade the Subaltern follow him forthwith.
The hall of the Mayoralty was full of excited and voluble patriots13 who were eager to serve the cause of Liberty, if it could be done without risking their lives. They all wore red sashes and talked loudly, discussing the despatches from the fight which arrived by frequent messengers and were posted on the walls. Tiro and his guide passed through the hall and hurrying along a passage arrived at the entrance of a small committee-room. Several ushers14 and messengers stood around it; an officer was on duty outside. He opened the door and announced the Subaltern.
"Certainly," said a well-known voice, and Tiro entered. It was a small, wainscotted apartment with two tall and deeply set glazed15 windows shaded by heavy, faded curtains of reddish hue16. Savrola was writing at a table in the middle of the room; Godoy and Renos were talking near one of the windows; another man, whom for the moment he did not recognise, was busily scribbling17 in the corner. The great Democrat18 looked up.
"Good-morning, Tiro," he said cheerily, then, seeing the serious and impatient look on the boy's face, he asked him what had happened. Tiro told him quickly of the President's wish to surrender the palace. "Well," said Savrola, "Moret is there, and he has full powers."
"He is dead."
"How?" asked Savrola, in a low pained voice.
"Shot in the throat," replied the Subaltern laconically19.
Savrola had turned very white; he was fond of Moret and they had long been friends. A feeling of disgust at the whole struggle came over him; he repressed it; this was no time for regrets. "You mean that the crowd will accept no surrender?"
"I mean they have probably massacred them all by now."
"What time was Moret killed?"
"A quarter-past twelve."
Savrola took up a paper that lay beside him on the table. "This was sent off at half-past twelve."
Tiro looked at it. It was signed Moret and ran as follows: Am preparing for final assault. All well.
"It is a forgery," said the Subaltern simply. "I started myself before the half-hour, and Se?or Moret had been dead ten minutes then. Somebody has assumed the command."
"By Jove," said Savrola getting up from the table. "Kreutze!" He caught up his hat and cane20. "Come on; he will most certainly murder Molara, and probably the others, if he is not stopped. I must go there myself."
"What?" said Renos. "Most irregular; your place is here."
"Send an officer," suggested Godoy.
"I have none to send of sufficient power with the people, unless you will go yourself."
"I! No, certainly not! I would not think of it," said Godoy quickly. "It would be useless; I have no authority over the mob."
"That is not quite the tone you have adopted all the morning," replied Savrola quietly, "or at least since the Government attack was repulsed21." Then turning to Tiro, he said, "Let us start."
They were leaving the room when the Subaltern saw that the man who had been writing in the corner was looking at him. To his astonishment22 he recognised Miguel.
The Secretary bowed satirically. "Here we are again," he said; "you were wise to follow."
"You insult me," said Tiro with profound contempt. "Rats leave a sinking ship."
"The wiser they," rejoined the Secretary; "they could do no good by staying. I have always heard that aides-de-camp are the first to leave a fight."
"You are a damned dirty dog," said the Subaltern falling back on a rudimentary form of repartee23 with which he was more familiar.
"I can wait no longer," said Savrola in a voice that was a plain command. Tiro obeyed, and they left the room.
Walking down the passage and through the hall, where Savrola was loudly cheered, they reached the entrance, where a carriage was waiting. A dozen mounted men, with red sashes and rifles, ranged themselves about it as an escort. The crowd outside the gates, seeing the great leader and hearing the applause within, raised a shout. Savrola turned to the commander of the escort. "I need no guard," he said; "that is necessary only for tyrants24. I will go alone." The escort fell back. The two men entered the carriage and, drawn25 by strong horses, passed out into the streets.
"You dislike Miguel?" asked Savrola after a while.
"There are plenty about the city. Now I suppose you would call me a traitor."
"Ah! but you have always been one," replied Tiro bluntly. Savrola gave a short laugh. "I mean," continued the other, "that you have always been trying to upset things."
"I have been loyal to my treachery," suggested Savrola.
"Well," said Savrola, "you must take men as you find them; few are disinterested28. The viper, as you call him, is a poor creature; but he saved my life, and asked me to save his in return. What could I do? Besides he is of use. He knows the exact state of the public finances and is acquainted with the details of the foreign policy. What are we stopping for?"
Tiro looked out. The street was closed by a barricade29 which made it a cul-de-sac. "Try the next turning," he said to the coachman; "go on quickly." The noise of the firing could now be distinctly heard. "We very nearly pulled it off this morning," said Tiro.
"Yes," answered Savrola; "they told me the attack was repulsed with difficulty."
"Where were you?" asked the boy in great astonishment.
"At the Mayoralty, asleep; I was very tired."
Tiro was conscious of an irresistible30 feeling of disgust. So he was a coward, this great man. He had always heard that politicians took care of their skins, and sent others to fight their battles. Somehow he had thought that Savrola was different: he knew such a lot about polo; but he was the same as all the rest.
Savrola, ever quick to notice, saw his look and again laughed dryly. "You think I ought to have been in the streets? Believe me, I did more good where I was. If you had seen the panic and terror at the Mayoralty during the fighting, you would have recognised that there were worse things to do than to go to sleep in confidence. Besides, everything in human power had been done; and we had not miscalculated."
Tiro remained unconvinced. His good opinion of Savrola was destroyed. He had heard much of this man's political courage. The physical always outweighed31 the moral in his mind. He felt reluctantly convinced that he was a mere32 word-spinner, brave enough where speeches were concerned, but careful when sterner work was to be done.
The carriage stopped again. "All these streets are barricaded33, Sir," said the coach-man.
Savrola looked out of the window. "We are close there, let us walk; it is only half a mile across Constitution Square." He jumped out. The barricade was deserted34, as were the streets in this part of the town. Most of the violent rebels were attacking the palace, and the peaceable citizens were in their houses or outside the Mayoralty.
They scrambled35 over the rough wail36, which was made of paving-stones and sacks of earth piled under and upon two waggons37, and hurried down the street beyond. It led to the great square of the city. At the further end was the Parliament House, with the red flag of revolt flying from its tower. An entrenchment38 had been dug in front of the entrance, and the figures of some of the rebel soldiery were visible on it.
They had gone about a quarter of the distance across the square, when suddenly, from the entrenchment or barricade three hundred yards away, there darted39 a puff40 of smoke; five or six more followed in quick succession. Savrola paused, astonished, but the Subaltern understood at once. "Run for it!" he cried. "The statue,—there is cover behind it."
Savrola began to run as fast as he could. The firing from the barricade continued. He heard two sucking kisses in the air; something struck the pavement in front of him so that the splinters flew, and while he passed a grey smudge appeared; there was a loud tang on the area-railings beside him; the dust of the roadway sprang up in several strange spurts41. As he ran, the realisation of what these things meant grew stronger; but the distance was short and he reached the statue alive. Behind its massive pedestal there was ample shelter for both.
"They fired at us."
"They did," replied Tiro. "Damn them!"
"But why?"
"My uniform—devilry—running man—good fun, you know—for them."
"We must go on," said Savrola.
"We can't go on across the square."
"Which way, then?"
"We must work down the street away from them, keeping the statue between us and their fire, and get up one of the streets to the left."
A main street ran through the centre of the great square, and led out of it at right angles to the direction in which they were proceeding42. It was possible to retire down this under cover of the statue, and to take a parallel street further along. This would enable them to avoid the fire from the entrenchment, or would at least reduce the dangerous space to a few yards. Savrola looked in the direction Tiro indicated. "Surely this is shorter," he said pointing across the square.
"Much shorter," answered the Subaltern; "in about three seconds it will take you to another world."
Savrola rose. "Come on," he said; "I do not allow such considerations to affect my judgment43. The lives of men are at stake; the time is short. Besides, this is an educational experience."
The blood was in his cheeks and his eyes sparkled; all that was reckless in him, all his love of excitement, stirred in his veins44. Tiro looked at him amazed. Brave as he was, he saw no pleasure in rushing to his death at the heels of a mad politician; but he allowed no man to show him the way. He said no more, but drew back to the far end of the pedestal, so as to gain pace, and then bounded into the open and ran as fast as he could run.
How he got across he never knew. One bullet cut the peak of his cap, another tore his trousers. He had seen many men killed in action, and anticipated the fearful blow that would bring him down with a smash on the pavement. Instinctively45 he raised his left arm as if to shield his face. At length he reached safety, breathless and incredulous. Then he looked back. Half way across was Savrola, walking steadily46 and drawn up to his full height. Thirty yards away he stopped and, taking off his felt hat, waved it in defiance47 at the distant barricade. Tiro saw him start as he lifted his arm, and his hat fell to the ground. He did not pick it up, and in a moment was beside him, his face pale, his teeth set, every muscle rigid48. "Now tell me," he said, "do you call that a hot fire?"
"You are mad," replied the Subaltern.
"Why, may I ask?"
"Ah," he answered, much excited, "I waved my hat in the face of Fate, not at those wretched irresponsible animals. Now to the palace; perhaps we are already too late."
They hurried on through the deserted streets with the sound of musketry growing ever louder, and mingling50 with it now the shouts and yells of a crowd. As they approached the scene they passed through groups of people, peaceful citizens for the most part, anxiously looking towards the tumult51. Several glanced fiercely at the soldier whose uniform made him conspicuous52; but many took off their hats to Savrola. A long string of stretchers, each with a pale, shattered figure on it, passed by, filing slowly away from the fight. The press became thicker, and arms were now to be seen on all sides. Mutinous53 soldiers still in their uniforms, workmen in blouses, others in the dress of the National Militia54, and all wearing the red sash of the revolt, filled the street. But Savrola's name had spread before him and the crowd divided, with cheers, to give him passage.
Suddenly the firing in front ceased, and for a space there was silence, followed by a ragged55 spluttering volley and a low roar from many throats.
"It's all over," said the Subaltern.
"Faster!" cried Savrola.
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patriots
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glazed
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scribbling
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democrat
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astonishment
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traitor
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proceeding
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judgment
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veins
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instinctively
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defiance
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rigid
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taunt
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