The Guerilla Chief Part 10

"In the tent, senor. Calros, dear Calros! there is a medico, a real surgeon, coming to see you."

And as the girl gave utterance to the words she stepped quickly inside the marquee, followed by the surgeon himself.

Story 1, Chapter XII.

A SIDE CONVERSATION.

I was about to enter after them, when some words spoken by one of the attendants, who had drawn nearer to the tent, arrested my steps, causing me to remain outside.

"It's Lola Vergara," said the speaker; "that's who it is. Any one who has had the good fortune to see that _muchacha_ once, won't be likely to forget _her_ face, and won't object to look at it a second time."

"You're right in what you say, Anton Chico. I know one who, instead of disliking to look at her beautiful countenance, would give an _onza_ for a single glance at it. _Carrambo_! that he would."

"Who--who is he?" asked several of the party.

"That big captain of _guerilleros_--Rayas, his name. I know he'd like to see her."

"Why, her brother belonged to his _cuadrilla_; and the girl was with him in the camp. I saw her myself, not three days ago, down by Puente National."

"That's quite true!" a.s.sented the speaker who had endorsed the declaration of Anton Chico.

"She was with the army for some days, along with the other women that followed Rayas's troop. But then all at once she was missed, and n.o.body knew where she went to. Capitan Rayas didn't, I know; or why should he have offered an onza to any one who would tell him?"

"He made that offer?"

"_Ver dad_! I heard him."

"To whom?"

"To that ugly _zambo_ you've seen skulking about the camp--who belongs to n.o.body. It was at the Puente National, as I have said. I was standing under the bridge--the dry arch at the further end. It was just after dark; when, who should come there but Capitan Rayas, and the zambo following him. They were talking about this very _nina_: and I heard her name more than once. I did not hear much, for I had to keep a good distance off, so that they might not see me. But I heard that."

"What?"

"What I've said about the offer of the onza. 'Find out, Santucho,' said Rayas--Santucho is the zambo's name--'find out where he has hid her.'"

"Who has hid her?"

"_Carrambo_! that's what I couldn't make out; but who, if it wasn't her own brother?--Calros, they call him."

"There's something ugly in all that," remarked one of the men.

"It isn't the nina, that's certain," jocularly rejoined Anton Chico.

"The zambo, then! he's ugly enough. What say you, camarados?"

"The patron, who wanted to employ him, is no great beauty himself," said one who had not before spoken. "Notwithstanding his fine trappings, he has got some black marks against him. Look here, _hombres_," continued the speaker, drawing nearer to the others, and adopting a more confidential tone. "I'm a blind man, if I haven't seen his phiz before; ay, and _tapado_ at that."

"Tapado?" echoed several.

"With black c.r.a.pe! It was only on my last trip but one up the country.

I went with the _recua_ of Jose Villares. He carried goods for that English house--you know--in the Calle do Mercaderos. Well, we were stopped at the Pinal, between Perote and Puebla; every mule stripped of its _carga_; and every man of us, with Jose himself obliged to lie with our mouths to the gra.s.s, till the rascals had rifled the _recua_. They took only what was most valuable and easiest carried; but, _carrambo_!

it well nigh ruined poor Jose; he has never been the same _aniero_ since."

"What of all that, hombre?" inquired one, who seemed to be still unsatisfied. "What has that to do with the Capitan Rayas?"

"Ah! I forgot," said the accuser; "it was of the Capitan Rayas we were speaking. Well, it has this to do with him. The _salteadores_ were all tapado, with black c.r.a.pe over their faces, their captain like the rest; but while he was engaged examining some papers he took from Jose, I caught a glance of his ugly countenance--just enough to know it again.

If it wasn't the same I saw the other day when I met this Rayas in the camp, then I don't know _chingarito_ from holy water. I'll answer for it from the chin up to the eyes. Above that I didn't see it, for the tapado was over it."

"Bah!" exclaimed one of the men, who appeared to be of easy conscience himself; "what if the Capitan Rayas has done a little business on the road? There are officers in our army of higher rank than he who've cried out, '_Boca abajo_!'--ay, some that are now generals!"

"Hush, camarade!" interrupted one who stood nearest the speaker. "See, the medico's coming out. _Guardate, guardate_! it's treason you're talking!"

The interest with which I had listened to this singular palaver, had hindered me from entering the tent. The men had spoken loud enough for me to overhear every word--no doubt under the supposition that I did not understand their language--and to keep them in this belief, I had made pretence of being engaged in a whispering conversation with one of my own troopers who stood near.

As the return of the medico put an end to the talking of his attendants, I advanced to meet him, and inquired the condition of his patient.

"Thanks to your care, cavallero, he is out of danger from his wound.

But from what he has confided to me--and to you also, I believe--he will be in danger of another kind by remaining in this place."

I could tell from this speech that Calros had communicated to the surgeon the incidents of the preceding night.

"How long do you keep guard here?" inquired the Mexican, with an abstracted air.

"I am under orders to strike tents and march--exactly at noon."

"To Jalapa, I presume?"

"To Jalapa."

"In that case this young fellow must be carried back to the village of El Plan. A body of your troops will likely remain there for some time?"

"I believe that is the intention of our commander-in-chief."

"Then the invalid would be safer there. It will do him no harm, if taken upon a stretcher. I must lend him half-a-dozen of my a.s.sistants, or pick up some stragglers to perform this service."

"He would be safer in Jalapa?" I suggested, interrogatively. "Besides, the climate of Jalapa is much more favourable to the healing of wounds-- is it not?"

"That is true," answered the man of science; "but Jalapa is distant. We have not a single ambulance in our army. Who is to carry him there--a poor soldier?"

"A fine young fellow, notwithstanding. My men would not mind the trouble of taking him, if you think--"

I looked round, in hopes that the proposal might be heard and approved by another.

The Jarocha was standing in the entrance of the tent, her face beaming with grat.i.tude. No doubt it was due to the a.s.surance which the surgeon had given her of her brother's speedy recovery; but I fancied I could perceive, in the sparkle of her beautiful eyes, a smile indicative of consent to what I had proposed.

The surgeon comprehended not the cause of my friendly interest in the welfare of the wounded Jarocho.

Did Lola comprehend it? Did she suspect it? Endowed with the keen, delicate instincts of her race, it was probable she did; at least, I fancied so, from the kindly look with which she had listened to my suggestion.