“My soldiers never sleep!” he declared to the consul2. “Look at them. Do they look as if they wanted sleep?... Come, my lads, a little exercise to keep you fit. Out of that window with you all!”
His outstretched arm pointed3 to the Redroom window, nearly five yards above the ground. The poor hussars looked at him, hesitated, and jumped. Remained only the officer.
“Well, and what are you waiting for, major? You should be with your men.”
Then, as the officer did not move, he seized him round the waist, and threw him out of the window. The watching ministers and the consul, anxious not to take the same route, laughed heartily4 at the jest, and went to look into the courtyard. Those of the soldiers who had landed more or less safely were picking up three comrades with broken legs. The officer was being carried off, his skull5 fractured.
Just as this interlude ended, the Minister for War returned, still followed by the Marquis and Natividad.
“Well?” asked Garcia, closing the window.
“The Red Ponchos7,” replied the Minister, looking meaningly at his illustrious chief. “Oviedo Runtu quartered them there, and added a few soldiers to the guard. They leave to-morrow night for the Cuzco.”
“What else?” Garcia was nervously8 twisting his mustache.
“They know nothing of the young lady and the little boy.”
“Excellency,” burst in the Marquis, who could contain himself no longer, “you must have that house searched. I know they are in it. You cannot allow those scoundrels to go free! Your name would be tarnished9 for ever if you did such a thing! It would make you the accomplice10 of murderers!....On you depend the life of my son, the only heir of a great name which in the past has always fought for civilization, side by side with yours, and of my daughter, whom you once loved.”
The latter consideration might have had little effect on the Dictator, who did not believe in confusing love and politics, but the sentence before, appealing to his sentiments as the representative of “a great name” moved him powerfully. He turned bruskly to his Minister for War.
“But you must have seen something. I presume you searched the house?”
“If I forced that house, Excellency, every one of our Quichua soldiers would rise. Runtu has only to make a sign, and they cut all our throats. That house is sacred, for the Red Ponchos and the mammaconas are escorting the ‘sacred imprints11 from Cajamarca to the Cuzco for the Interaymi fêtes. It is impossible, Excellency.” One look from the Dictator drove all his ministers from the room. When the door had closed on the last one, he turned to the Marquis.
“If your children are in that house, se?or, it is terrible... but I can do nothing for you.” Don Christobal staggered under the blow, and leaned against the wall.
“Listen, Garcia,” he said in a strangled voice, “if this horrible crime is allowed, I shall make you personally responsible for it before the civilized12 world.”
He reeled, almost on the point of fainting. Garcia ran to his side, and held him up, but Don Christobal seemed to regain13 his forces at once.
“Hands off, you general of murderers!” he shouted.
Garcia went white, while the Marquis walked toward the door, turning his back on the Dictator though he expected to be stabRed at any moment. But Garcia controlled himself, and his lisping voice checked Don Christobal in surprise.
“Do not go yet, se?or. I can do nothing for you, but I can at all events give you some advice.”
Don Christobal turned, but ignored the hand which waved to a chair, and waited. He had already wasted too much time here.
“Speak, sir,” he said; “time passes.”
“Have you any money?” asked Garcia bruskly.
“Money? What for? To...” He was on the point of saying “to bribe14 you,” but stopped at a suppliant15 look from Natividad, who was signing desperately16 to him from behind the Dictator’s back.
Garcia, remembering there was somebody else in the room, took Natividad by the arm, and put him out of the room without a word. Then he sat down at a little table loaded with papers, rested his head in his hands, and began to speak in an undertone, without looking at the Marquis, still standing17 and suspicious.
“I can do nothing for you against the Red Ponchos and the mammaconas. Their house, or their temporary quarters, must be sacred, for they have the relics18 of Atahualpa with them. You say your children are in that house as well. That may be, but I am helpless to prove or disprove it. It is horrible, I agree, but I am powerless. You say that my soldiers are guarding the house? That is not true. I am nobody in all this. Who put them there? Oviedo Runtu. They are Oviedo Runtu’s soldiers.”
He paused for a moment.
“Who is Oviedo Runtu? A bank-clerk whom you may have had dealings with at Lima? Yes, and no. He is a bank clerk, but he is also the master of every Quichua in the country. Yes, he dresses like a European, and earns a humble19 living among us, but meanwhile he is studying all our institutions, our financial methods, all our secrets. He earns two hundred soles a month behind a counter, and he is perhaps a king. I don’t know. === “King or not, all the Quichua and Aimara chiefs are his slaves. Huascar, your former servant, is his right hand.... If you ask me, a man who has dreamed the regeneration of his race! That’s what he is.... When I was preparing this revolt at Arequipa, Huascar came and offered me Oviedo Runtu’s aid, and I accepted the alliance because I could not do otherwise. Do you understand now? It is not I, but Oviedo Runtu.... He is in your way, as he is in mine.... And, believe me, I am as sorry for you as for myself.”
“That’s the man. I can see his hand in it all.”
“As I said before, force is out of the question. But though I cannot fight the Red Ponchos, you can bribe them. They are Quichuas, and any Indian can be bought. That is why I asked if you had any money.”
“No, I have none,” replied the Marquis, who had been listening to the Dictator eagerly. “We left in a hurry, and I had not time to think of it.”
“Fortunately, though, I have.”
Garcia whistled in a certain manner, and the Minister for Finance came in.
“Where is the war chest?”
“Under the Red, Excellency.” The Minister went down on his knees, and dragged an iron-bound box to Garcia’s side.
“You may go now.”
When they were alone again, Garcia took a little key from his pocket, opened the box, and took out a bundle of bank-notes, which he threw on the table. Locking the box, he pushed it under the Red again, picked up the notes, and handed them to the Marquis.
“Count them afterwards, and pay me back in Lima, when I am President. There is enough there to bleach21 every Red Poncho6 in existence. They are gentlemen who know the value of those little pieces of paper. Oviedo Runtu himself probably taught them. Good-by, se?or, and good luck.”
“Excellency,” said the Marquis, forgetting that a moment before he had called this man a murderer, “I do not thank you... but if I succeed...”
“Yes, yes, I know... your life and fortune are mine.”
“One word more. I shall try to bribe your troopers with the rest.”
“By all means! By all means!”
“And if we fail, Excellency, I warn you that weak as we are, desperate as the venture may be, we shall attack those priests and their escort. Can we count on your neutrality?”
“Most certainly. And if by chance you injure Oviedo, I shall not have you hauled up before a court-martial!”
They shook hands, and the Marquis ran out. As he crossed the threshold, Garcia shrugged22 his shoulders.
“His daughter is lost, but he, the fool, has been bought by me. All this would not have happened if she had married me.”
At the bottom of the staircase, the Marquis found Natividad waiting anxiously. In the street, they met Dick, who had come to look for them. He was pale and agitated23, and it was evident that some extraordinary event had made him leave his post.
“What has happened?” asked the Marquis.
“Back to the inn, quick! We must decide on some course of action. What did Garcia say?”
“That he could do nothing for us. But he gaye me money and a piece of advice that may save them. But what made you leave your post? Are they still there?”
“Yes. Only one person has left the house. Huascar. I followed, determined24 to corner him, and kill him like a dog, if need he. He went straight to our inn, and asked for you. They told him you had gone out, but were returning. He then said he would wait, so I came to fetch you.”
“They are saved!” exclaimed Don Christobal. “Why else should Huascar come to see me?”
“I don’t like the man, and don’t believe in him. You must not forget that you have to do with a fanatic25, and one who owes Maria-Teresa a grudge26.”
“My wife found him starving in the street, and gave him shelter. I cannot believe he has altogether forgotten that.... I have always thought he was in the whole business against his will, and determined to save Maria-Teresa sooner or later. Hurry!”
“I hope you’re right, but I don’t believe it,” replied Dick. “We’ll have him cornered in a minute, and if he doesn’t answer my questions properly, he’ll be sorry.”
“You must not forget, Dick, that they have hostages.”
“Hostages which they will massacre27 even if we let Huascar go free, sir! I would give anything to wring28 his neck!”
“And I, boy, would give anything to save my children.”
The Marquis’ tone was so icy that Dick refrained from further comment.
Just before they reached the inn, Natividad noticed on the opposite pavement a tall old man leaning on a shepherd’s crook29, and watching the door through which Huascar had entered. A ragged20 cloak hung over his thin shoulders, and a straggling white beard framed a face so white that it was deathlike. Natividad stopped, and looked at him hard.
“I know that face,” he muttered. “Who is it? Who is it?”
Don Christobal, entering the inn, told Dick that he was going to their room, and asked him to bring Huascar there. The stairs leading up to the first floor were just inside the archway, and the Marquis, putting his foot on the first step, noticed Natividad staring across the road. His eye followed, and he also was struck by a sudden vague memory.
“Who on earth is that?” he wondered. “I have seen that man before.”
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