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"Very well," said San Martin. "And, by the way, colonel, let him have on hour's sleep now and again,"--a little joke at which the group of officers, knowing the Englishman's habits, laughed heartily.
The general presently rode off to his quarters, the officers went to their several duties, and I accompanied Colonel Miller to that part of the field in which his men were stationed. He had been appointed to the command of a column seven hundred strong, which was held in readiness to move at any moment. The officers were unknown to me, but they seemed pleasant, genial fellows, and in a short time I felt quite at home with them. The younger ones were grumbling because San Martin did not at once attack the enemy, saying that Canterac would slip away to the mountains in the night.
"Then his army will break up of its own accord," remarked a grizzled major. "He can't take his guns, and his troops are starving. Hundreds will throw down their weapons on finding us close at their heels."
"Better have a straight fight and have done with it," grumbled a youngster. "There's no fun playing at hide-and-seek in the hills."
"Should you live to be a man," said the major reprovingly, "you won't talk in such a light-hearted way of a battle." And the boy's face flushed at the laugh which greeted the remark.
"Don't be too sarcastic, Gamarra," cried another. "The youngster's right in the main. If Canterac escapes, the war may drag on for months, and will cost thousands of lives. The mountains will kill more than a pitched battle would."
"Canterac can't escape if we follow him up properly," said the major, "and Colonel Miller seems the man to do that."
"That is so; but he can't move without orders; and there's more than one man in high places who will prefer Lima to a pursuit."
Thus they talked during the afternoon, and early in the evening Colonel Miller ordered that every one not on duty should turn in at once; which we took to be a sign that something was going to happen shortly.
At ten o'clock the column was roused. The men a.s.sembled silently, and a whisper went round that Canterac had begun his retreat. For more than an hour we awaited fresh orders, the colonel on horseback fuming impatiently, until at last the word came to march.
"An hour thrown away," muttered the colonel angrily. "Canterac will laugh in our faces."
To our disgust, we found that the column was attached to the main army, and that we had to move step by step to the will of the chief. I knew very little about military tactics, but it was a strange kind of pursuit, and made me think of a tortoise chasing a hare.
"I wonder what Captain Plaza would think of this performance?" said the colonel, rather bitterly, as we jogged along. "This isn't the way he took you after Santalla, eh?"
"Indeed no, colonel!" I replied, laughing. "The captain would have had us on the other side of Lima by now."
"It's like a funeral procession," he muttered impatiently; "and if they don't mind, 'twill be a funeral procession in reality. We shall be burying the independence of Peru."
The ridiculous part of it was that our column had been formed of all the light companies on purpose to swoop down on the foe. As far as I could judge, the swoop was much like that of a hawk whose wings had been carefully tied to its body.
However, we tramped along throughout the night, halting at daybreak without getting a glimpse of the exulting Canterac.
"Never mind," exclaimed the colonel, who hated to look on the dark side of things; "we may catch them during the day."
In this he was disappointed, as we proceeded in the same leisurely manner, just as if we were out for a quiet stroll on a summer's day.
Several times Miller rode off to the staff, but on each occasion he returned looking more dissatisfied than before.
The men wondered, and at each halt the officers talked pretty freely among themselves, giving their opinions with refreshing vigour.
"Canterac has the start of us now," said one, "and we shall never overtake him. We had the game in our hands, and have simply thrown it away."
The grizzled major remained optimistic, saying, "You may depend that San Martin has some scheme in his head." But the rest of us were doubtful.
"If I had an enemy in a trap, my scheme would be to keep him there and not to let him walk out through an open door," laughed a young captain.
"The war might have been finished to-day; now it's likely to go on for another twelvemonth."
"Well," remarked one of his comrades, "it's a comfort to think we shan't kill ourselves through over-exertion."
By degrees we pushed on to a place about nine leagues east of Lima, where it seemed as if the lumbering machine had broken down altogether.
It was evening when we arrived and halted; the men ate the last morsel of their scanty rations; the chief officers, though no one could imagine what they found to discuss, held a conference, and presently it leaked out that the pursuit had been abandoned.
"I don't profess to understand it," exclaimed Major Gamarra, "but you will find that there's some grand scheme in the air."
"Ah!" interrupted another officer, in a sarcastic tone, "and no doubt it will stay there; most of these precious schemes do. What I should like to see would be a little common sense."
"Would you recognize it if you saw it?" put in the major quick as lightning; and all the others laughed.
"Perhaps not. I've had little opportunity of renewing my acquaintance with it since San Martin came to Peru."
This was a dangerous remark, as we were a very mixed crowd. Some had come from Buenos Ayres with San Martin; others were Chilians who had fought with him throughout the Chilian War; several, like myself, were natives of Peru; while two or three were Englishmen.
Fortunately, before the dispute had had time to become hot, the colonel returned from the conference, and joined us at the fire.
"I don't know, gentlemen, that anything is likely to happen," said he; "but we may as well enjoy a night's rest while we can," and wrapping his cloak around him, he lay down, setting an example which most of us followed.
CHAPTER XV.
WE CATCH A TARTAR.
When I awoke at six o'clock in the morning, most of the officers and men were still sleeping, but the colonel had disappeared. There was nothing to be done beyond feeding and grooming my horse, which I always made a point of doing myself. As to my own breakfast, my haversack was empty, and I think there was hardly a pound of meat to be found among the whole column.
After a short time the men were roused, and just after seven o'clock we saw the colonel come tearing along on horseback, as if pursued by a cavalry division. Evidently he was in a great hurry, and his face was wreathed in smiles.
"Good-morning, gentlemen," he cried. "You will be glad to hear my news: we move in an hour's time. The general has only a scanty stock of provisions, but there is sufficient to provide your men with breakfast.--Crawford, hunt up Lieutenant-Colonel O'Brien, and ask him to come to me at once."
O'Brien was a famous Irishman who had served with San Martin all through the Chilian War. He was a fine fellow, standing six feet six inches high, and well proportioned. Every one loved him for his winning ways, his ready smile, his perfect honesty, and his absolute fearlessness.
"Colonel Miller?" said he, on hearing my message. "Faith, I'll come instantly." And we rode back together.
"You're prompt, O'Brien," exclaimed the colonel, laughing; "Have you had enough of this slow-time business?"
"More than enough, colonel. What are your fellows looking so pleased about?"
"First, the prospect of a breakfast; and then--"
"You've badgered the general into giving you a free hand!"
"Not quite that; but I have permission to push on. I fear it's too late. Canterac is a fine soldier, and will be ready for us now; but I am going to see if he has left any weak places. Would you care to come with me?"
"You're just a jewel, colonel," exclaimed the big Irishman enthusiastically, "and I'm eternally devoted to you. When do we start?"
"Directly after breakfast. Will you take some with me?"
"That will I, colonel, and I'm as charmed with the second invitation as the first. I dined with the general the day we left Mirones, and haven't had a decent meal since."