Palafox laughed.
The mane shook, and the wild eyes glared behind the half-drunken man, who continued to fumble his papers. Before long his hand fell heavily, his eyes closed, and he slept. Mex shook him by the shoulders.
Partially aroused, he looked up, thrust the papers and the wallet deep within a breast pocket, quitted the bench, and lay down on a pallet in the corner of the room. Mechanically he deposited a primed pistol under his blanket, ready to hand. Soon he was snoring.
An hour went by. The new recruit had not returned. Mex scarcely kept her eyes open where she crouched, Indian fashion, on a buffalo robe, behind the bar. Nine Eyes had bolted the outer door before retiring.
Eleven o"clock; the white owls were at their boldest, hooting lugubrious serenades to the answering wolves. Pepillo was at the cabin door, trying the latch. Mex heard the sound, got up, and unfastened the bolts.
"Sh!" said she, and giving him the candle, pointed to the back room; then drowsily resumed her nest on the buffalo robe. Pepillo took the feeble light; nodded, but did not immediately follow directions. He set the candle down upon the floor in front of the bar, so that its faint flicker, un.o.bserved by the woman, made objects barely visible in the room. This done, he shuffled his feet slightly to apprise the half-conscious guardian of the ominous house that he was obeying her orders, and vanished in the rear darkness. The dead hush of sleep now reigned over the place. So it seemed, but the stealthy Pepillo was wide awake. He remained motionless, breathless, hidden in the gloom of the second cabin. At length he reappeared, took up the candle, stood awhile listening, then moved cautiously to the edge of the counter, behind which the woman slept in her lair. He peeped over to a.s.sure himself of her complete somnolence. Satisfied that Mex would not likely be roused by any slight disturbance, he stole to the front door and undid the fastenings so softly that not a creak of the bolt sliding from its staple was heard even by his own quick ear. But when he swung the door open, providing for his ready escape, the hinges gave out a complaining sigh. The sound was faint, but it startled Mex.
She raised her drowsy head, and through the ma.s.s of sable hair tangling over her half-open eyes, peered out from behind the shelter of the bar. Pepillo had drawn a poignard and was tip-toeing toward the sleeping captain. Mex gave a catamount cry. Palafox started up, pistol in hand, none too soon to avoid the deadly blade of the a.s.sa.s.sin.
"Palafox!" This one word was all Pepillo uttered. In the act of springing to stab, he leaped to his own death, shot through the head.
As he fell, the poignard, escaping his relaxed grasp, rang on the floor. Mex, who tiger-like had sprung from her covert, s.n.a.t.c.hed up the shiny weapon, and fiercely stabbed it into Pepillo"s lifeless breast.
Cacosotte and Sheldrake, roused by the report of a pistol, hurried in, staring amazedly at Palafox, Mex and the fallen Spaniard.
"Carry that out," ordered Palafox, nodding toward the body. "Tie a stone to its neck and chuck it into the bayou." The two men obeyed.
"Get something, Mex, and wipe up that puddle," pointing to the blood on the floor. "You must keep h.e.l.l clean."
The wild creature, quivering with ferocious pa.s.sions, put a fondling arm around the manslayer.
"Mex wake captain. Help kill. Mex Castiliano. n.i.g.g.e.r wench--no!--Injun squaw--no!--Your woman."
XVI. A PATRIOT NOT TO BE TAMPERED WITH.
Four men on horseback were nearing the country house of Colonel George Morgan, a veteran of the Revolutionary War, living near Cannonsburg, Pennsylvania. Two of the riders were Colonel Morgan"s stalwart sons, and they were escorting Aaron Burr and Colonel Dupeister, one of Burr"s confederates. The ex-Vice-President rode beside the elder brother, who was an officer of high rank in the militia.
"Speaking of Washington County, General Morgan,--are the people of your neighborhood prosperous and contented?"
"We are a community of farmers, very prosperous and hopeful. Our population is increasing rapidly. We have no cause for discontent."
"What is the condition of the new college at the county seat? I am told there is an educational awakening among your young men."
"Yes; we are proud of Jefferson College; the inst.i.tution is now in its fourth year, and is flourishing beyond expectation."
"You call it Jefferson College; it was named for Washington _and_ Jefferson, was it not? The lesser star is in the ascendant, and twinkles amazingly now that the greater has set. Don"t you think we are too much be-Jeffersoned?"
"Thomas Jefferson is an able man," was the commonplace reply, spoken bluntly, and accompanied by a look of irritation at the sarcastic question. Burr, conscious of the disapproval implied in the officer"s curt answer, managed to change partners so as to ride abreast of the younger brother, Thomas, while Dupeister spurred forward and engaged John in discourse on stock-raising and the prospect of crops. With Thomas, an aspiring soul, in the flush of those discursive hopes and speculations which make ambitious youth restless, Burr employed his usual suasive arts, hopeful of winning a recruit.
"Your brother and I were speaking about the outlook here, for enterprising citizens. What are your pursuits? Are you a Knight of the Plow?"
"No, sir; not permanently; I am trying to make a lawyer of myself."
"That"s good in a way, as a stepping-stone. The study of the law disciplines the mind, but is not profitable otherwise. The practice is a species of servitude, often a servitude to inferiors, for doubtful reward. Politics is better, but not the best."
"What is the best?"
"That depends upon the man. Some are easily contented. But I am not sure that contentment is a trait of a n.o.ble mind. I used to own negro slaves in New York. They were contented. To rest satisfied is the virtue of slaves."
"Yes, the n.i.g.g.e.rs are contented, generally speaking. You were about to say what you think the best profession."
"The best for an ignorant African may be bondage to a good master; the best for you would be something more aspiring. I regard military life--the profession of arms, as the highest and most independent."
"Not in times of peace."
"This is not a time of peace, Mr. Morgan. We are on the eve of war and stupendous conquests. I speak advisedly. I am a soldier myself. You have heard rumors of war on the Sabine?"
"Yes; rumors. The Morgans are a military family, also; and I feel fighting blood stir in me when I read about the Spaniards."
"Does the red stuff boil? Your blood is right. You can"t help it. If you, or your younger brother--I believe you have a brother besides the general?"
"Yes, George. My name is Thomas. They call me Tom."
"Tom, eh? Well, then, Tom, I was about to say if you and your brother George--"
"Spur up, gentlemen, we are leaving you behind," shouted General Morgan, looking back. "We are within half a mile of father"s residence."
"More talk another time," said Burr, not finishing his sentence, and the pair, urging their horses to a faster gait came up with the others. Just then the party met a robust countryman who saluted the Morgans, as he trotted by on a skittish colt.
"What a fine-looking fellow! I wish I had ten thousand just such vigorous young giants!"
"What would you do with them?" the general asked. "Ten thousand would form a large colony. That is one of the farm hands. Those are our barns and the house is just beyond."
On their arrival, Colonel George Morgan stood on the porch to receive his guests. A well-preserved old gentleman, he might have said:
"My age is as a l.u.s.ty winter, Frosty, but kindly."
His career had been eventful, aggressive, venturesome, and romantic.
At the close of the Revolutionary War he felt aggrieved because of the non-payment of claims he held against the Government. Odium attached to his name on account of his procuring from Spain a grant of lands west of the Mississippi, on which he founded the village of New Madrid. He had expressed sympathy for Aaron Burr, whom he regarded as a much-abused statesman. The prevailing sentiment among army men justified the duel with Hamilton.
After dinner, the visitors repaired to the parlor, where was held a conversation in which Burr was the princ.i.p.al talker. More virulent and less discreet than usual, he indulged in witty flings at public men and roundly censured the administration, not aware that most of his auditors heard him with impatience. Colonel Morgan attempted to introduce another theme, by referring to the rapid spread of population westward.
"When I first went out West on my New Madrid scheme, there was scarcely a family between the Alleghanies and the Ohio. Now we have three great States. We shall have to remove the National capital to Pittsburg."
"No, never," said Burr, positively. "In less than five years you will be totally divided from the Eastern States."
"G.o.d forbid! I hope no such disaster will come in my time."
"Disaster or no disaster, the Union will split, or I am a false prophet. How can it be otherwise? What is to hold us together?
Congress is a shadow, the executive a phantom too thin to cast a shadow. With two hundred armed men I could drive Congress, the President and Cabinet into the Potomac; with five hundred I could take New York City. Ask Colonel Dupeister!"
Dupeister nodded an emphatic yes; but not so did bluff John Morgan.
"By G.o.d, sir, you couldn"t take our little village of Cannonsburg with five hundred men!"
"That, then, is because _you_ are at the head of the militia. I should want your Cannonsburgers in my five hundred. But I talk too loud.