The last two days had brought news of fighting from the other end of the country. Or, at all events, cartridges2 were being used up, even if there was no attendant damage. Everybody had thought Garcia feasting at Arequipa, but the pretender had evaded3 his enemies and attacked the Republican forces between Sicuani and the Cuzco. It was even rumored4 that Cuzco itself had fallen into his hands.
Were all this true, the outlook for Dick’s affairs was bad. His company, thanks to the influence of the Marquis de la Torre, had obtained a concession5 from President Veintemilla, This would not be worth the paper it was written on if Garcia proved victorious6. Super-active by nature, the young engineer could not endure the thought of the long months of enforced idleness before him until the revolution had been settled in one way or another.
As he came into the Calle de Lima, Dick pulled out his watch. He found that he still had a few minutes to spare. Much as she loved him, Maria-Teresa did not like being interrupted at her work, so he turned into the Circulo de los Amigos de las Artes for a drink. This establishment, though baptized a club, was in reality a huge café and reading-room. The ground floor was packed with people discussing the latest events. Cuzco was in every mouth, and it was noticeable that Veintemilla’s warmest partizans now had a good word to say for Garcia.
A stampede of shock-headed newsboys, shouting the latest edition of an official paper, tore past the café, scattering7 still wet sheets and collecting coppers8. One of the customers climRed onto a table and read out a proclamation by the President, urging calm and giving a categorical denial to the report of the capture of Cuzco. General Garcia and his troops, the President announced, were bottled up in Arequipa, all the sierra defiles9 were in the hands of Government troops, and the traitors10 would be hurled12 into the sea or chased into the great sand deserts. The proclamation concluded with a reference to Indian troubles in the suburbs, attributing them to the usual Interaymi effervescence, and dismissing them as negligible. Cheers for the President ended the reading of his manifesto13. Wavering allegiances were at once restored, and it was generally agreed that his statement was superb.
Dick left the café a little happier, though he did not really place a great deal of faith in the official denial. Night had fallen and he walked briskly, now fearing that he might be late. As he went, he remembered his first day’s walk through this same labyrinth14 of narrow streets. Then he caught sight of his fiancée’s verandah in the distance, and noticed that the window was open, as on the first day.
There she sat, the little business-woman, with her brass-covered green registers. What a manly15 little brain it was! And to think that the pair of them had been such fools over that Golden Sun bracelet16... Something to laugh about in after years, that!
“Hello, Maria-Teresa!”
There was no answer, and Dick walked up to the window.
“Maria-Teresa!”
Still no answer. He peered into the room, trying to see where she was hiding. Nobody there.
“Good God! Maria-Teresa!”
He walked into the room. There could be no doubt of it. That table knocked down, those books on the floor, that curtain torn from its rings, this broken pane17 in the window told the story. Silence greeted his shout for help. Not a servant, not a soul in the place, and all the doors open! “Maria-Teresa! Maria-Teresa!”
Hardly knowing what he did, Dick ran into the deserted courtyard, and then back into the office. There could be no doubt of it. Huascar and his Indians had carried her off. That dog Huascar, whom she trusted, and who loved her, not as a dog should, but as if he were a man. Horror-stricken, furious, Dick searched the room for some clue.
The scoundrels! He swore aloud as he pictured Maria-Teresa struggling in Huascar’s arms and calling for help in vain. That was where he should have been, instead of listening to all those fools in the café. He could have laid his hands on Huascar then! That was the man they should have watched instead of being thrown off the scent18 by all those wild-cat legends about the Bride of the Sun.
An Indian in love with a white girl and thirsting for revenge! Of course! He saw it all now, and remembered how Huascar had last left that same room, driven out by Maria-Teresa. The insolent19 dog, with his fist raised in menace!
As idea after idea swept across his brain, Dick stared helplessly at the blank walls about him. What could he do? He jumped back into the street and hesitated. No clue here—only the doors of closed stores and sightless walls—a pit of gloom.
Suddenly he heard voices, and leaped into action. At the corner of the street there, under that lantern, was a wine-shop, the only living thing in this dead street. He ran toward it, kicked the door open, and almost fell on top of Domingo, the night watchman.
“Where is your mistress?”
Domingo, taken aback, mumbled20 indistinctly. He thought that the se?orita had returned to Lima as usual with the se?or. The motor had gone by just a little while ago.
“What motor?”
Domingo shrugged21 his shoulders. There were not so many motors as all that in Callao and Lima.
“Who was driving?”
“The boy.”
“Libertad?”
“Si, se?or, Libertad.”
“Did he say anything to you as he went past?”
“No, se?or, he did not see me.”
“Did you see your mistress?”
“The hood22 was up, se?or, and the motor was traveling fast.... Nay23, se?or!... That is the truth. I swear it!”
Dick seized the man by the collar, and shook him like a rat
“What were you doing here? Why were you not with your mistress, at your post?”
“I meant no harm, se?or. A Quichua offered me a drink here... real pisco, se?or.”
Dick, without listening, dragged the protesting man through the streets and into the empty office. When he realized what had happened, Domingo would have torn his hair out with grief, but Dick, seizing him by the throat, drove him to the wall and looked into his eyes. A fool or a traitor11, which was he?
Told to speak, and speak quickly, Domingo answered Dick’s volley of questions without a minute’s hesitation24. The se?orita could not have been carried off without the aid of Liber-tad, a rascally25 half-breed to whom the se?orita had given work out of pity. The day and hour had been chosen by some one who knew the place well, for on Saturday afternoons there were no workmen or clerks on the premises26.
“When you went out to drink, was the motor already waiting?”
“Yes, se?or. It had been there half an hour.”
“Was the hood up?”
“No, se?or. Libertad was sitting in it alone.” Releasing his grip, Dick dashed into the street again and started running toward the main avenue. If Maria-Teresa had been carried off in her own motor, it would be easy to trace her part of the way. As Domingo had said, there were not so many cars about.
As he dashed round a corner, Dick came into sharp collision with a man emerging from a doorway27, who swore vigorously. Dick recognized him at once, and gave such a shout that the chief of police, for it was he, fell into a posture28 of defense29.
“Forgive me, se?or.... I am Dick Montgomery... the fiancé of Se?orita de la Torre.... She has been carried off by the Indians!...”
“Do?a Maria-T?resa? That is not possible!” In a few words, Dick told the little old gentleman what had happened, and gave him his suspicions. He found ready sympathy and belief.
“I was on my way to dine with a friend just opposite. A minute while I tell them that I cannot come, and I am with you.”
He hurried across the street while Dick, with an indignant snort, moved on toward the harbor, questioning shopkeepers and pedestrians30 as he went. So far as he could gather, the motor had about half-an-hour’s start of them.
Dick was convinced that he had seen the last of the Chief of Police. In this he did the little man an injustice31, for he had hardly gone two hundred yards before he heard footsteps behind him.
“You did not wait, se?or? Well, here I am. Natividad is always to be counted upon.”
Though his real name was Perez, the Chief of Police was known throughout the city as Natividad, a nickname earned him by his cherubic face, and of which he was rather proud. Dick found the little man hot enough against the Indians even for his taste. Natividad hated the Quichuas, and believed them capable of anything.
Just before they reached the harbor, at the corner of the narrow Calle de San Lorenzo, Natividad seized Dick by the arm and drew him to the wall. The street was deserted, and lighted only by feeble rays from a low glass-paned door a few steps ahead. This door had just been opened, and a man peered out cautiously. Dick stifled32 a desire to shout. He had recognized Huascar!
The Indian whistled, and two shadows, wearing wide-brimmed Indian sombreros, detached themselves from the wall at the other end of the street. They rejoined Huascar, who had closed the door behind him, and exchanged a few rapid words. Then the two walked off in the direction of the harbor, and Huascar disappeared as he had come.
Natividad, pressed against the wall, held Dick’s hand in a grip that imposed silence. “Why is it? What does it mean? Perhaps she is in there,” the young man whispered.
Signing the engineer to stop talking, Natividad crept toward the door, and at the risk of being discovered, peeped through the uncurtained panes33. Dick, looking over his shoulder, saw a room full of Indians sitting at tables, but neither smoking nor drinking. Huascar was walking up and down between the tables, in deep thought Then he vanished up a staircase leading to some room on the first floor.
Natividad had apparently34 seen enough, for he dragged Dick into the shadow of a neighboring porch.
“I cannot make it out,” he said. “What are they all doing here during the Interaymi? I thought every Quichua in the city had left for the mountains. There should not be one here for the next ten days. But I cannot believe Huascar has anything to do with the kidnaping. He wouldn’t tell his secret to all the Indians of Peru, when he knows that nearly every one of them can be bought for a few centavo!”
“Wait before you make up your mind. We can at all events find the motor. I am sure Huascar knows where Maria-Teresa is. We must not lose sight of him.”
“We shall not have to wait long,” replied Natividad, stiffening35 at a fresh noise from the other end of the calle. “Here are those Indians coming back with horses.... What does it mean?... Madré de Dios!... Is it possible?... The Interaymi!... Silence!”
The clatter36 of hoofs37 on the cobbled roadway showed that quite a strong cavalcade38 was approaching, and the watchers drew back farther to the shelter of an alley39 nearly opposite the low door, and from which they could still see all that was happening round it. As the cavalcade rode up, the door opened again, showing all the Indians standing40 up, and apparently waiting for somebody.
Huascar appeared first; after him an Indian whom Dick recognized at once for the Red Preacher of Cajamarca; lastly a man in a lounge-suit of impeccable cut:—Oviedo Huayna Runtu himself. Then an incredible thing happened. All these men who had remained motionless before Huascar and the priest bent41 on their knees, humbled42 their heads to the ground before the bank-clerk.
The troop of horses and mules43 had halted before the low door, and men with lanterns came out of the house. The bank-clerk was the first to vault44 into the saddle, Huascar holding his stirrup. Then Huascar and the Cajamarca priest mounted, ranging themselves on each side of the leader, but just behind him.
Huascar turned in his saddle and made a sign. Every Indian in the party threw open his poncho45, showing beneath it, in the light of the lanterns, another cloak of brilliant red.
“The Red Ponchos46!” gasped47 Natividad, grasping Dick’s arm.
There was a whistle at the end of the street, answered by another a long way off, at the other end of the Darsena quay,... and the cavalcade started.
Dick made as if to follow, but Natividad held him back.
“Wait, and listen! We must know which way they are going!”
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| 子弹( cartridge的名词复数 )； （打印机的）墨盒； 录音带盒； （唱机的）唱头 | |
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concession
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scattering
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defiles
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traitors
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traitor
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manifesto
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labyrinth
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manly
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bracelet
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pane
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scent
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insolent
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mumbled
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rascally
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premises
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vault
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