It has been stated that our hero had agreed to join Colonel Marchbanks in the pursuit of the Indians, not because the troops sought to avenge1 the murders which had been committed, but because several women and children had been carried off, and the rescue of these formed the main object of the expedition.
There can be no doubt, however, that the desire of Lawrence to join in such a praiseworthy adventure was not a little stimulated2 by the fact that Manuela was to accompany her father, at least a part of the way, and he naturally hoped to have some opportunities of speaking to her—perhaps of riding beside her, as he had so often done when he imagined her to be a daughter of the Incas.
But alas3! the course of his love being true and deep—remarkably deep—was doomed4 to run in its proverbially rugged5 course.
Colonel Marchbanks, when leading his men to “glory”—or otherwise—like a true soldier, as he was, invariably moved with an advance and rear-guard. Like a cautious father, he placed Lawrence in the rear-guard, and arranged that there should be a considerable distance between it and the main body.
We may remark in passing that when the first burst of the old gentleman’s anger with Lawrence was over he had generously resolved, in consideration of what the young man had done for his daughter, to make no further allusion6 to the ballroom7 scene, but merely to hold the presumptuous8 youth politely at arm’s-length, and take especial care that the two young people should not again have an opportunity of meeting alone. He laid no command on either of them, but simply trusted to his own wisdom and watchfulness9.
Being as it were a freelance, Lawrence, he knew, would naturally ride in the force very much where he pleased. He had therefore cleverly provided against the evil consequences that might flow from such freedom by making a little arrangement at a brief and final interview the evening before they set out.
“Now, young senhor,” he said, in his usual abrupt10 way, “although a volunteer in this expedition, and not versed11 in military matters, you must of course put yourself under my orders, and consider yourself one of my troopers.”
Oh! of course, of course, Lawrence had not the slightest objection to do so. He was quite ready to do whatever was required of him, if only he might assist in the rescue of hapless captives; and although he knew nothing of military matters, still, in the event of an engagement, he might prove himself useful as a surgeon.
“Humph! We don’t deal much in surgeons in this country. It is usually do or die with us,” replied the colonel, with a grim smile. “However, we shall see. Meanwhile, I have appointed you to the charge of some of the baggage-mules12. Your late experience must have made you somewhat expert in such matters, and your duty will be with the rear-guard. One of my officers will show you your position in the morning. Good-night.”
Lawrence left with a quiet “Good-night, colonel,” and with a very unquiet feeling that somehow things might not turn out precisely13 as he had hoped.
Later that night Manuela appeared before her stern father dressed in the old familiar costume of an Indian girl, and with her fair skin stained dark brown. Usually the old soldier met his child with a beaming smile, that lit up his rugged visage with tenderness, as a gleam of sunshine sometimes illumines the rugged peaks of the Andes, but on this occasion he received her with a frown compounded of love and annoyance14.
“How now, child? This is an unseasonable time for such foolery.”
“I want to travel in my old dress, father,” she replied, with a winning smile that almost tore the old man’s heart in twain;—and there are such smiles, reader, let us assure you, though you may not have had the good fortune to see them yet!
“You certainly shall do nothing of the sort, my dear,” returned the stern old man, as if he were laying down one of the Medo-Persic laws—for he was very tough, you know, and had great power of control over his feelings, especially the softer ones.
“Oh, I’m so sorry you don’t like it!” said the Inca princess, with a little look of humble15 disappointment which was infinitely16 more heartrending than the smile; “but do you know, father, I have ridden so long in this costume, and in the gentleman fashion, that I feel quite sure—at least, I think—I should be utterly17 knocked up the first day if I were to begin a long hard journey in the ladies’ position. Then, you know, I could not dare to ride so in ordinary female dress and with a white face; the thing would look ridiculous—wouldn’t it? And, of course, everybody knows that Pedro arrived here with an Indian girl in his band, so the thing will seem quite natural, and nobody will notice me, especially if I keep near to Pedro; and the soldiers will just think—if they think at all—that you have left your daughter behind.”
“Ah, well, that alters the case, Manuela,” said the colonel, with most un-Medo-Persic hesitancy, and still frowning a little at his ink-bottle—not at his daughter. “Of course, if it had been merely one of your whims18, nothing would have induced me to let you go in such guise19, but there is truth in what you say, and—yes—a good thought, you shall travel near Pedro. Good-night. Go to bed, love. You will need all the rest you can obtain between now and morning.”
“Good-night, darling father. I would kiss you if I had not just put on the stain.”
She retired20, and soon after laid her pretty brown cheek on her pillow in placid21 contentment, while her grim father arranged his war plans so that Pedro should travel with the advance-guard.
There was a soft, fresh, exhilarating breeze blowing from the Pampas as the troop issued from the little town at a gallop22, when the first streak23 of dawn became visible.
There was order, doubtless, in all the arrangements, but all seemed utter confusion to Lawrence as he assisted the young officer under whose special command he was placed to look after the mules. Some faint evidence of order, however, began to reveal itself to his uneducated mind when he observed that the confusion abated24 on the main body moving off and leaving him with a small band behind. His perception of order might have been still further though unpleasantly increased had he known that the advance-guard, with Manuela in its train, had started a considerable time previously25. But he had not much time to think, for the command was almost immediately given to mount and ride.
Quashy was beside him, for, being his servant, Colonel Marchbanks had said he might do with him as he pleased. But Quashy was silent, for his spirit was chafed26. His master observed the fact after the first half-hour’s gallop.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that Aw’s agwine wid us.”
“What—the sportsman—eh?”
“Yes, massa. On’y I don’t b’lieve he ever sported nuffin but a swagger, and—and—‘aw!’ W’en I git up dis mornin’ I heerd ’im say to his friend: ‘I say, Jack30, wouldn’t it—aw—be dooced good fun to go and—aw—hab a slap at de Injins?’ If de Injins send a spear troo his libber—aw—he’ll not t’ink it sitch fun!”
“That’s true, Quash, but the same may be said of ourselves.”
“Not so, massa, ’cause we nebber said it would be ‘dooced good fun.’”
“There’s something in that, Quash, but you shouldn’t let feelings of ill-will to any one get the mastery of you. Men of his stamp are often very good fellows at bottom, though they do ‘aw’ in a most ridiculous and unaccountable manner. Besides, he has done you no harm.”
“Done me no harm!” repeated the negro, indignantly, “didn’t he say you was mad or drunk?”
“Well, well,” said Lawrence, laughing, “that was a very innocent remark. It did no harm to either of us.”
“You’s wrong, massa,” returned Quashy in a magnificently hurt tone. “It dood no harm to you, but it hurt my feelin’s, an’ dat’s wuss dan hurtin’ my body.”
At this point in the conversation the troop passed over the brow of an eminence31, and beheld32 the wide rolling sea of the illimitable South American Pampas, or plains, stretching away on all sides to the horizon. During the whole morning they had been galloping33 through the region of the Monte, or bush, that border-land which connects the treeless plains with the tropical forests of the north, where thorny34 shrubs35 covered the ground in more or less dense36 patches, where groves37 of the algaroba—a noble tree of the mimosa species,—and trees laden39 with a peach-like but poisonous fruit, as well as other trees and shrubs, diversified40 the landscape, and where the ground was carpeted with beautiful flowering plants, among which were the variegated41 blossoms of verbena, polyanthus, and others.
But now, all was changed. It seemed as if the party had reached the shores of a great, level, grassy42 sea, with only here and there a seeming islet, where a thicket43 grew, to break the sky-line of the horizon. For a few minutes the rear-guard drew up to collect the straggling baggage-mules, and then away they went with a wild shout, as if they were moved by the same glad feeling of freedom that affects the petrel when it swoops44 over the billows of the mighty45 ocean.
The scene and the sensations were absolutely new to Lawrence and Quashy. Both were mounted on very good horses, which seemed to sympathise with their riders, for they required no spur to urge them over the grassy plain. The sun was bright, and Lawrence had been too long accustomed to the leaden skies of old England to quarrel with the sunshine, however hot it might be; besides, he rather enjoyed heat, and as for Quashy, heat was his native element. A pleasant air was blowing, too. In short, everything looked beautiful, especially to our hero, who knew—at least supposed—that a certain princess of the Incas was in the band immediately in front of him. He was not aware, you see, that she was with the advance-guard!
“Das am mug-nifercent!” exclaimed Quashy, as his horse put his foot into a biscacho-hole, and only escaped a fall by making a splendid bound, where by its haunch, striking the negro’s back, sent him plunging46 on to its neck.
“Oh! I does like to be shook like dat, massa.”
“If you get shook much worse than that,” cried Lawrence, “I’ll have to stop to pick you up.”
“No fear, massa. Howebber much I wobbles I nebber comes off.”
An islet of bushes at this point necessitated47 a slight détour. On the other side of it they found that the main body of the troop had halted for rest and food.
Right glad was Lawrence to find that Colonel Marchbanks’s humour was entirely48 changed, that the asperity49 of the previous night had passed away, and that the natural urbanity of his nature had returned.
“A pleasant gallop, was it not, Senhor Armstrong?” he said, as our hero joined the group of officers around him.
“Delightful, and quite new to me,” said Lawrence. “I have often read of but never seen the Pampas till now.”
He looked furtively50 about as he spoke51. The colonel marked the look, and with a somewhat grim smile observed that they should see more than enough of the Pampas for some days to come.
“The sea of long yellow-brown grass and thistles,” he added, “gets to be rather monotonous52 at last; but I never weary of the feeling of immensity and freedom which it inspires. Come, dine with us, senhor.”
Lawrence gladly accepted the invitation.
“We make but a brief halt,” said the colonel, “for time presses and distances are great. Our next shall be at the Estancia Algaroba, where we shall spend the night. Your friend Pedro will make arrangements for us. He is with the advance-guard.”
“Oh, indeed,” said Lawrence; then, feeling that he ought to say something more, “I suppose his newly-found daughter is with him?”
“Yes,” replied the colonel, curtly53, as he shot a suspicious glance at the youth from under his shaggy brows.
After dining, Lawrence returned to the baggage-mules with an unaccountable depression of spirits upon him, and deeply absorbed with the question whether rear-guards ever overtook advance-guards, and what, if they did, usually became of intervening main bodies. With such puzzling military questions on his mind, the remainder of that day’s journey was not equal to the first part, and even Quashy, the sympathetic, failed to interest him!
The estancia, previously referred to by the colonel, stood on a slight eminence surrounded by the grove38 of algaroba-trees from which it derived54 its name. The fruit of this tree forms excellent food for cattle, and Lawrence found himself busily engaged during the first hour after arrival in procuring55 it for his mules, and otherwise looking after his charge. When this duty was done, feeling no disposition56 to join his comrades at supper, he sauntered into a garden in rear of the estancia, where he found a rustic57 seat under an algaroba-tree, and sat down to meditate58.
It was a calm, peaceful, moonlight night, with an air, so he felt, of sadness about it which harmonised with his melancholy59 thoughts. He now believed he saw through Colonel Marchbanks’s plan, and had given up all hope of seeing Manuela again. In these circumstances, being a man of submissive spirit yet powerful will, he set himself resolutely60 to think of the important object in which he was engaged. Somewhat thus his meditations61 ran—
“I am no soldier, but I am a man, and I should be less than a man—unworthy to live—if I were not ready to help in the rescue of women and children. Some of the girls, poor things, may be like Manu— that is—. Now, although I hate war, and do not approve of settling disputes by the sword, I feel that self-defence, or the defence of the helpless, justifies62 war,—ay, to the knife. Of course it does. Was I not thoroughly63 justified64 in fighting the robbers when Manu—. Well, then, let me think it out. A thing is not properly thought at all until it is thought out, and found out. Talking of that, how fortunate that Pedro’s little daughter was found out. It is most interesting! I delight to think of her. And she’s so pretty, too—quite beautiful, though, of course, not so beautiful as Man—”
“Bother Manuela!” he exclaimed aloud, starting up.
As he spoke, Manuela herself—the princess of the Incas—stood before him!
In order to account for this sudden miscarriage65 of the colonel’s plans, we must turn aside to state that the princess, being of an active disposition, and not easily tired, had said to Pedro that evening, when his detachment was encamping under a group of trees not far from the estancia, that she would ride back to the main body to see her father.
“But my strict orders are,” said Pedro, “that I am to keep you with the advance-guard, and you know that your father is not a man to be disobeyed.”
“Quite true,” returned the princess, looking with a solemn expression down at Pedro—for she was still on horseback, while he and his men were dismounted, preparing the camp. “You must on no account disobey my father, Pedro.”
“Well then, you see,” returned the guide, with an amused look, “I cannot give you permission to leave us.”
“Of course not. That would be insubordination, Pedro, would it not? which, in time of war, is punishable, I think, with death. I would never think of asking permission, or tempting66 you to disobey. I will be sure to tell my father that you positively67 refused to let me go. Adieu, Senhor Pedro. A good appetite and sweet repose68!”
She touched her splendid horse with a switch, and next moment was flying over the Pampas at a pace that rendered pursuit useless.
Dismounting and fastening her steed to a tree, she passed through the garden towards the house, and naturally, as we have seen, came upon Lawrence.
“Manuela!” he exclaimed.
“Si, senhor,” she replied.
He advanced a step with outstretched arms, and then, checking himself, clasped his hands.
“Is it—can it be—a dream?”
“What doos you dream, senhor?” asked the girl, in the old familiar broken English.
“Manuela, dear girl, do not trifle with me. It seems like magic. Did I not see you—in the ballroom—white—the daughter of Colonel Marchbanks?”
“Well, Senhor Armstrong,” said Manuela, earnestly, and in good English, “I admit that I am the daughter of Colonel Marchbanks, but I did not—indeed I did not wish to deceive—”
“Deceive!” interrupted Lawrence, quickly, “as well might you tell me that one of the unfallen angels did not mean to deceive. O dear one, forgive me! I know not how to tell it—but—but—can you believe that a great stupid fellow like myself loves you so that—that—I—well—it’s of no use. I’ll never act wisely if I try to—to—”
He seized her hand. She did not withdraw it. He drew her to him. She did not resist; and there followed a sound—a very slight sound; yet it was not so slight but that it sent a shock of alarm and anger to the soul of Colonel Marchbanks, who came up at that awkward moment.
“Sir! sirrah! senhor,—rascal69!” spluttered the old man, as Manuela ran away from the scene, “what—why—what do you mean?”
Drawing himself up, Lawrence said, with a look of dignity—
“Colonel Marchbanks, I can look you honestly in the face, and say that neither in word nor deed have I done you or your daughter wrong.”
“No—have you not?” shouted the colonel. “Sir! rascal!—there is a looking-glass over the mantelpiece in the estancia. Go there, look yourself in the face, and say, if you dare, that you have done me no wrong!”
He glanced at the looking-glass in passing through the chief room of the estancia. The glance revealed to him the fact that there was a large rich brown patch in the region of his mouth and nose!
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