Don Mario de Castano was singing a song, the words of which were lost, but which brought a yell of approval from his companions. The twins distinguished3 the voice of Don Pablo Peza, too—Don Pablo, whose magnificent black beard had so often excited their admiration4. Yes, and there was Col. Mendoza y Linares, doubtless in his splendid uniform. These gentlemen were well and favorably known to the boy and girl, yet Rosa began to whimper, and when Esteban tried to reassure5 her his own voice was thin and reedy from fright.
In the midst of their agitation6 they heard some one weeping; there came a rush of feet down the hallway, and the next instant Evangelina flung herself into the room. A summer moon flooded the chamber7 with radiance and enabled her to see the two small white figures sitting up in the middle of the bed.
Evangelina fell upon her knees before them. "Little master! Little mistress!" she sobbed8. "You will save me, won't you? We love each other, eh? See then, what a crime this is! Say that you will save me!" She was beside herself, and her voice was hoarse10 and cracked from grief. She wrung11 her hands, she rocked herself from side to side, she kissed the twins' nightgowns, tugging12 at them convulsively.
The children were frightened, but they managed to quaver: "What has happened? Who has harmed you?"
"Don Pablo Peza," wept the negress. "Your father has sold me to him—lost me at cards. Oh, I shall die! Sebastian won't believe it. He is praying. And Asensio—O God! But what can they do to help me? You alone can save me. You won't let Don Pablo take me away? It would kill me."
"Wait!" Esteban scrambled13 out of bed and stood beside his dusky nurse and playmate. "Don't cry any more. I'll tell papa that you don't like Don Pablo."
Rosa followed. "Yes, come along, brother," she cried, shrilly15. "We'll tell Don Pablo to go home and leave our Evangelina."
"My blessed doves! But will they listen to you?" moaned the slave.
"Papa does whatever we ask," they assured her, gravely. "If he should growl16 we'll come back and hide you in the big wardrobe where nobody will ever find you." Then hand in hand, with their long nightgowns lifted to their knees, they pattered out into the hall and down toward the living-room, whence came the shouting and the laughter.
Don Mario de Castano, who was facing the door, stopped in the midst of a ribald song to cry: "God be praised! What's this I see?"
The others looked and then burst into merriment, for across the litter of cards and dice17 and empty glasses they saw a dimpled girl and boy, as like as two peas. They were just out of bed; they were peering through the smoke, and blinking like two little owls18. Their evident embarrassment19 amused the guests hugely.
Mario.
And a third cried, "A toast to Esteban's beautiful children."
But the father lurched forward, a frown upon his face. "What is this, my dears?" he inquired, thickly. "Run back to your beds. This is no place for you."
"We love Evangelina," piped the twins. "You must not let Don Pablo have her—if you please."
"Evangelina?"
They nodded. "We love her. … She plays with us every day. … We want her to stay here. … She belongs to us."
Accustomed as they were to prompt compliance21 with their demands, they spoke22 imperiously; but they had never seen a frown like this upon their father's face, and at his refusal their voices grew squeaky with excitement and uncertainty23.
"Go to your rooms, my sweethearts," Don Esteban directed, finally.
"We want Evangelina. She belongs to us," they chorused, stubbornly.
Don Pablo shook with laughter. "So! She belongs to you, eh? And I'm to be robbed of my winnings. Very well, then, come and give me a kiss, both of you, and I'll see what can be done."
But the children saw that Don Pablo's face was strangely flushed, that his eyes were wild and his magnificent beard was wet with wine; therefore they hung back.
"Evangelina is ours," the little ones bravely repeated.
Then their father exploded: "The devil! Am I dreaming? Where have you learned to oppose me? Back to your beds, both of you." Seeing them hesitate, he shouted for his wife. "Ho, there! Isabel, my love! Come put these imps26 to rest. Or must I teach them manners with my palm? A fine thing, truly! Are they to be allowed to roam the house at will and get a fever?"
Mere27 mention of their stepmother's name was enough for Rosa and Esteban; they scuttled28 away as fast as they could go, and when Dona Isabel came to their rooms, a few moments later, she found them in their beds, with their eyes deceitfully squeezed shut. Evangelina was cowering29 in a corner. Isabel had overheard the wager30, and her soul was evilly alight; she jerked the slave girl to her feet and with a blow of her palm sent her to her quarters. Then she turned her attention to the twins. When she left them they were weeping silently, both for themselves and for Evangelina, whom they dearly loved.
Meanwhile Don Mario had resumed his singing.
Day was breaking when Esteban Varona bade his guests good-by at the door of his house. As he stood there Sebastian came to him out of the mists of the dawn. The old man had been waiting for hours. He was half crazed from apprehension31, and now cast himself prone32 before his master, begging for Evangelina.
Don Pablo, in whom the liquor was dying, cursed impatiently: "Caramba!
Have I won the treasure of your whole establishment?" he inquired.
"Perhaps you value this wench at more than a thousand pesos; if so, you
will say that I cheated you."
"No! She's only an ordinary girl. My wife doesn't like her, and so I determined34 to get rid of her. She is yours, fairly enough," Varona told him.
"Then send her to my house. I'll breed her to Salvador, my cochero.
He's the strongest man I have."
Sebastian uttered a strangled cry and rose to his feet. "Master! You must not—"
"Silence!" ordered Esteban. Wine never agreed with him, and this morning its effects, combined with his losses at gambling35, had put him in a nasty temper. "Go about your business. What do you mean by this, anyhow?" he shouted.
But Sebastian, dazed of mind and sick of soul, went on, unheeding. "She is my girl. You promised me her freedom. I warn you—"
"Eh?" The planter swayed forward and with blazing eyes surveyed his slave. Esteban knew that he had done a foul36 thing in risking the girl upon the turn of a card, and an inner voice warned him that he would repent37 his action when he became sober, but in his present mood this very knowledge enraged38 him the more. "You warn me? Of what?" he growled.
At this moment neither master nor man knew exactly what he said or did. Sebastian raised his hand on high. In reality the gesture was meant to call Heaven as a witness to his years of faithful service, but, misconstruing his intent, Pablo Peza brought his riding-whip down across the old man's back, crying:
"Ho! None of that."
A shudder39 ran through Sebastian's frame. Whirling, he seized Don Pablo's wrist and tore the whip from his fingers. Although the Spaniard was a strong man, he uttered a cry of pain.
At this indignity40 to a guest Esteban flew into a fury. "Pancho!" he cried. "Ho! Pancho!" When the manager came running, Esteban explained: "This fool is dangerous. He raised his hand to me and to Don Pablo."
Sebastian's protests were drowned by the angry voices of the others.
"Tie him to yonder grating," directed Esteban, who was still in the grip of a senseless rage. "Flog him well and make haste about it."
Sebastian, who had no time in which to recover himself, made but a weak resistance when Pancho Cueto locked his wrists into a pair of clumsy, old-fashioned manacles, first passing the chain around one of the bars of the iron window-grating which Esteban had indicated. Sebastian felt that his whole world was tumbling about his ears. He thought he must be dreaming.
Cueto swung a heavy lash41; the sound of his blows echoed through the quinta, and they summoned, among others, Dona Isabel, who watched the scene from behind her shutter42 with much satisfaction. The guests looked on approvingly.
Sebastian made no outcry. The face he turned to his master, however, was puckered43 with reproach and bewilderment. The whip bit deep; it drew blood and raised welts the thickness of one's thumb; nevertheless, for the first few moments the victim suffered less in body than in spirit. His brain was so benumbed, so shocked with other excitations, that he was well-nigh insensible to physical pain. That Evangelina, flesh of his flesh, had been sold, that his lifelong faithfulness had brought such reward as this, that Esteban, light of his soul, had turned against him—all this was simply astounding44. More his simple mind could not compass for the moment. Gradually, however, he began to resent the shrieking45 injustice46 of it all, and unsuspected forces gathered inside of him. They grew until his frame was shaken by primitive47 savage48 impulses.
After a time Don Esteban cried: "That will do, Cueto! Leave him now for the flies to punish. They will remind him of his insolence49."
Then the guests departed, and Esteban staggered into the house and went to bed.
All that morning Sebastian stood with his hands chained high over his head. The sun grew hotter and ever hotter upon his lacerated back: the blood dried and clotted50 there; a cloud of flies gathered, swarming51 over the raw gashes52 left by Cueto's whip.
Before leaving for Don Pablo's quinta Evangelina came to bid her father an agonized53 farewell, and for a long time after she had gone the old man stood motionless, senseless, scarcely breathing. Nor did the other slaves venture to approach him to offer sympathy or succor54. They passed with heads averted55 and with fear in their hearts.
Since Don Esteban's nerves, or perhaps it was his conscience, did not permit him to sleep, he arose about noon-time and dressed himself. He was still drunk, and the mad rage of the early morning still possessed56 him; therefore, when he mounted his horse he pretended not to see the figure chained to the window-grating. Sebastian's affection for his master was doglike and he had taken his punishment as a dog takes his, more in surprise than in anger, but at this proof of callous57 indifference58 a fire kindled59 in the old fellow's breast, hotter by far than the fever from his fly-blown scores. He was thirsty, too, but that was the least of his sufferings.
Sometime during the afternoon the negro heard himself addressed through the window against the bars of which he leaned. The speaker was Dona Isabel. She had waited patiently until she knew he must be faint from exhaustion60 and then she had let herself into the room behind the grating, whence she could talk to him without fear of observation.
"Do you suffer, Sebastian?" she began in a tone of gentleness and pity.
"La! La! What a crime! And you the most faithful slave in all Cuba!"
"Yes, mistress."
"Can I help you?"
The negro raised his head; he shook his body to rid himself of the insects which were devouring62 him.
"Surely, a great gourdful64, all cool and dripping from the well. But first I want you to tell me something. Come now, let us have an understanding with each other."
"A drink, for the love of Christ," panted the old man, and Dona Isabel saw how cracked and dry were his thick lips, how near the torture had come to prostrating65 him.
"I'll do more," she promised, and her voice was like honey. "I'll tell Pancho Cueto to unlock you, even if I risk Esteban's anger by so doing. You have suffered too much, my good fellow. Indeed you have. Well, I can help you now and in the future, or—I can make your life just such a misery67 as it has been to-day. Will you be my friend? Will you tell me something?" She was close to the window; her black eyes were gleaming; her face was ablaze68 with greed.
"What can I tell you?"
"Oh, you know very well! I've asked it often enough, but you have lied, just as my husband has lied to me. He is a miser66; he has no heart; he cares for nobody, as you can see. You must hate him now, even as I hate him." There was a silence during which Dona Isabel tried to read the expression on that tortured face in the sunlight. "Do you?"
"Perhaps."
"Then tell me—is there really a treasure, or—?" The woman gasped69; she choked; she could scarcely force the question for fear of disappointment. "Tell me there is, Sebastian." She clutched the bars and shook them. "I've heard so many lies that I begin to doubt."
The old man nodded. "Oh yes, there is a treasure," said he.
"God! You have seen it?" Isabel was trembling as if with an ague. "What is it like? How much is there? Good Sebastian, I'll give you water; I'll have you set free if you tell me."
"How much? I don't know. But there is much—pieces of Spanish gold, silver coins in casks and in little boxes—the boxes are bound with iron and have hasps and staples70; bars of precious metal and little paper packages of gems71, all tied up and hidden in leather bags." Sebastian could hear his listener panting; her bloodless fingers were wrapped tightly around the bars above his head.—
"Yes! Go on."
"There are ornaments72, too. God knows they must have come from heaven, they are so beautiful; and pearls from the Caribbean as large as plums."
"Are you speaking the truth?"
"Every peso, every bar, every knickknack I have handled with my own hands. Did I not make the hiding-place all alone? Senora, everything is there just as I tell you—and more. The grants of title from the crown for this quinta and the sugar-plantations, they are there, too. Don Esteban used to fear the government officials, so he hid his papers securely. Without them the lands belong to no one. You understand?"
"Of course! Yes, yes! But the jewels—God! where are they hidden?"
"You would never guess!" Sebastian's voice gathered strength. "Ten thousand men in ten thousand years would never find the place, and nobody knows the secret but Don Esteban and me."
"I believe you. I knew all the time it was here. Well? Where is it?"
Sebastian hesitated and said, piteously, "I am dying—"
Isabel could scarcely contain herself. "I'll give you water, but first tell me where—where! God in heaven! Can't you see that I, too, am perishing?"
"I must have a drink."
"Tell me first."
Sebastian lifted his head and, meeting the speaker's eyes, laughed hoarsely.
At the sound of his unnatural73 merriment Isabel recoiled74 as if stung. She stared at the slave's face in amazement75 and then in fury. She stammered76, incoherently, "You—you have been—lying!"
"Oh no! The treasure is there, the greatest treasure in all Cuba, but you shall never know where it is. I'll see to that. It was you who sold my girl; it was you who brought me to this; it was your hand that whipped me. Well, I'll tell Don Esteban how you tried to bribe77 his secret from me! What do you think he'll do then? Eh? You'll feel the lash on your white back—"
"You FOOL!" Dona Isabel looked murder. "I'll punish you for this; I'll make you speak if I have to rub your wounds with salt."
But Sebastian closed his eyes wearily. "You can't make me suffer more than I have suffered," he said. "And now—I curse you. May that treasure be the death of you. May you live in torture like mine the rest of your days; may your beauty turn to ugliness such that men will spit at you; may you never know peace again until you die in poverty and want—"
But Dona Isabel, being superstitious78, fled with her fingers in her ears; nor did she undertake to make good her barbarous threat, realizing opportunely79 that it would only serve to betray her desperate intentions and put her husband further on his guard. Instead she shut herself into her room, where she paced the floor, racking her brain to guess where the hiding-place could be or to devise some means of silencing Sebastian's tongue. To feel that she had been overmatched, to know that there was indeed a treasure, to think that the two who knew where it was had been laughing at her all this time, filled the woman with an agony approaching that which Sebastian suffered from his flies.
As the sun was sinking beyond the farther rim9 of the Yumuri and the valley was beginning to fill with shadows. Esteban Varona rode up the hill. His temper was more evil than ever, if that were possible, for he had drunk again in an effort to drown the memory of his earlier actions. With him rode half a dozen or more of his friends, coming to dine and put in another night at his expense. There were Pablo Peza, and Mario de Castano, once more; Col. Mendoza y Linares, old Pedro Miron, the advocate, and others of less consequence, whom Esteban had gathered from the Spanish Club. The host dismounted and lurched across the courtyard to Sebastian.
"So, my fine fellow," he began. "Have you had enough of rebellion by this time?"
"Why did you have him flogged?" the advocate inquired.
Sebastian's face was working as he turned upon his master to say: "I would be lying if I told you that I am sorry for what I did. It is you have done wrong. Your soul is black with this crime. Where is my girl?"
"The devil! To hear you talk one would think you were a free man." The planter's eyes were bleared and he brandished81 his riding-whip threateningly. "I do as I please with my slaves. I tolerate no insolence. Your girl? Well, she's in the house of Salvador, Don Pablo's cochero, where she belongs. I've warned him that he will have to tame her unruly spirit, as I have tamed yours."
Sebastian had hung sick and limp against the grating, but at these words he suddenly roused. It was as if a current of electricity had galvanized him. He strained at his manacles and the bars groaned82 under his weight. His eyes began to roll, his lips drew back over his blue gums. Noting his expression of ferocity, Esteban cut at his naked back with the riding-whip, crying:
"Curse you and all that is yours," roared the maddened slave. "May you know the misery you have put upon me. May you rot for a million years in hell." The whip was rising and falling now, for Esteban had lost what little self-control the liquor had left to him. "May your children's bodies grow filthy84 with disease; may they starve; may they—"
Sebastian was yelling, though his voice was hoarse with pain. The lash drew blood with every blow. Meanwhile, he wrenched85 and tugged86 at his bonds with the fury of a maniac87.
"Pablo! Your machete, quick!" panted the slave-owner. "God's blood!
I'll make an end of this black fiend, once for all."
Esteban Varona's guests had looked on at the scene with the same mild interest they would display at the whipping of a balky horse: and, now that the animal threatened to become dangerous, it was in their view quite the proper thing to put it out of the way. Don Pablo Peza stepped toward his mare88 to draw the machete from its scabbard. But he did not hand it to his friend. He heard a shout, and turned in time to see a wonderful and a terrible thing.
Sebastian had braced89 his naked feet against the wall; he had bowed his back and bent90 his massive shoulders—a back and a pair of shoulders that looked as bony and muscular as those of an ox—and he was heaving with every ounce of strength in his enormous body. As Pablo stared he saw the heavy grating come away from its anchorage in the solid masonry91, as a shrub92 is uprooted93 from soft ground. The rods bent and twisted; there was a clank and rattle94 and clash of metal upon the flags; and then—Sebastian turned upon his tormentor95, a free man, save only for the wide iron bracelets96 and their connecting chain. He was quite insane. His face was frightful97 to behold98; it was apelike in its animal rage, and he towered above his master like some fabled99 creature out of the African jungle of his forefathers100.
Sebastian's fists alone would have been formidable weapons, but they were armored and weighted with the old-fashioned, hand-wrought irons which Pancho Cueto had locked upon them. Wrapping the chain in his fingers, the slave leaped at Esteban and struck, once. The sound of the blow was sickening, for the whole bony structure of Esteban Varona's head gave way.
There was a horrified101 cry from the other white men. Don Pablo Peza ran forward, shouting. He swung his machete, but Sebastian met him before the blow could descend102, and they went down together upon the hard stones. Again Sebastian smote103, with his massive hands wrapped in the chain and his wrists encased in steel, and this time it was as if Don Pablo's head had been caught between a hammer and an anvil104. The negro's strength, exceptional at all times, was multiplied tenfold; he had run amuck105. When he arose the machete was in his grasp and Don Pablo's brains were on his knuckles106.
It all happened in far less time than it takes to tell. The onlookers107 had not yet recovered from their first consternation108; in fact they were still fumbling109 and tugging at whatever weapons they carried when Sebastian came toward them, brandishing110 the blade on high. Pedro Miron, the advocate, was the third to fall. He tried to scramble14 out of the negro's path, but, being an old man, his limbs were too stiff to serve him and he went down shrieking.
By now the horses had caught the scent111 of hot blood and were plunging112 furiously, the clatter113 of their hoofs114 mingling115 with the blasphemies116 of the riders, while Sebastian's bestial117 roaring made the commotion118 even more hideous119.
Esteban's guests fought as much for their lives as for vengeance120 upon the slayer121, for Sebastian was like a gorilla122; he seemed intent upon killing123 them all. He vented124 his fury upon whatever came within his reach; he struck at men and animals alike, and the shrieks125 of wounded horses added to the din33.
It was a frightful combat. It seemed incredible that one man could work such dreadful havoc126 in so short a time. Varona and two of his friends were dead; two more were badly wounded, and a Peruvian stallion lay kicking on the flagging when Col. Mendoza y Linares finally managed to get a bullet home in the black man's brain.
Those who came running to learn the cause of the hubbub127 turned away sick and pallid128, for the paved yard was a shambles129. Pancho Cueto called upon the slaves to help him, but they slunk back to their quarters, dumb with terror and dismay.
All that night people from the town below came and went and the quinta resounded130 to sobs131 and lamentations, but of all the relatives of the dead and wounded, Dona Isabel took her bereavement132 hardest. Strange to say, she could not be comforted. She wept, she screamed, she tore her hair, tasting the full nauseousness of the cup her own avarice133 had prepared. Now, when it was too late, she realized that she had overreached herself, having caused the death of the only two who knew the secret of the treasure. She remembered, also, Sebastian's statement that even the deeds of patent for the land were hidden with the rest, where ten thousand men in ten thousand years could never find them.
Impressed by her manifestations134 of grief, Esteban's friends reasoned that the widow must have loved her husband dearly. They told one another they had wronged her.
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