You and Miss Rostrevor are as completely lost to the world here, and as helpless as you would be if the earth had swallowed you up."
"Oh, I quite realise you are in a position to dictate terms at present, if that"s what you are getting at?" Tony exclaimed. "Why not get down to business without all this palaver? Look here, I"ll pay you 10,000 pesetas to set Miss Rostrevor at liberty and give her safe conduct back to the Castle de Ruiz."
"Ten thousand pesetas," repeated Don Carlos. "Dios! Ten thousand pesetas! Miss Rostrevor, I congratulate you! Ten thousand pesetas are the Spanish equivalent of about sixty pounds, in English money. You see what a fabulous value your lover places on you. Sixty pounds! You must indeed feel flattered!"
Tony Standish"s face crimsoned in annoyance, and a vicious expression flashed into his pale blue eyes.
"How much do you want?" he snapped.
Don Carlos did not answer. He rose from the table and walked to and fro, reiterating:
"Ten thousand pesetas--sixty pounds!"
Tony cursed under his breath, then his glance fell on the automatic pistol lying on the table, and he s.n.a.t.c.hed it up and levelled it at his captor.
"Hands up, or I"ll put a bullet through you!" he cried excitedly.
"Ten thousand pesetas--sixty pounds!" sneered Don Carlos again, paying no heed to the pistol levelled at him. "So that is the value you place on the woman you profess to love!"
Stung to fury and scarcely realising what he was doing, Tony Standish fired, but the shot did not seem to take effect, and before he could fire a second time Myra sprang at him and s.n.a.t.c.hed the pistol from his hand. As she did so, the two guards dashed into the room, grappled with Tony and bore him to the floor. One of them put a knife to the Englishman"s throat, and twisted round his head to call out something to his master.
"No, not now," said Don Carlos shortly, in Spanish. "Take him away, manacle him, and guard him closely."
The men dragged Standish to his feet and hustled him out of the room, and as they did so Don Carlos reeled, a gasping cry broke from him, and he collapsed in a heap on the floor.
CHAPTER XV
Trembling with excitement and agitation, dazed by the suddenness of the seeming tragedy, Myra stood rigid for a few moments, then threw aside the pistol she had s.n.a.t.c.hed from Tony and ran to Don Carlos, flinging herself down on her knees beside him, and tearing off his cowl with shaking hands.
"Are you badly hurt?" she cried breathlessly, horrified to see that Don Carlos"s pale face was contorted in pain and his eyes were closed.
"Where are you wounded, Don Carlos? Shall I call for Mother Dolores?"
There was no response save a low moan, Don Carlos"s limbs stretched out as if they were stiffening into the rigour of death, and his head sagged back as Myra tried to raise it. Temporarily, Myra completely lost her head.
"Speak to me, Don Carlos," she gasped brokenly. "Open your eyes and look at me, darling. Oh, surely, surely you can"t be going to die!
What can I do? Oh, my dear, my dear--"
Her voice failed her, she tried to cry out for help but sobs choked her utterance. Don Carlos"s eyes fluttered open for a moment then closed again.
"Kiss me, Myra darling," he moaned faintly. "Kiss me, my sweet love."
Quivering with emotion, Myra bent down and pressed her trembling lips to his--and immediately found herself encircled by two strong arms, found the eyes of the "dying" man open and glowing with life and ardour, found herself crushed in a close embrace, and being kissed, and kissed, and kissed.
She struggled, broke free, and scrambled to her feet, her brain in a turmoil, and almost instantly Don Carlos also was on his feet, laughing exultantly.
"Myra, darling, surely you can no longer persist in pretending you do not love me," he exclaimed breathlessly. "If you hated me, as you professed, you would have let Standish try to fire a second time. I have put you to the test and proved that you love me."
Myra, agitated, bewildered, torn by conflicting emotions, gazed at him wide-eyed.
"But--but aren"t you wounded?" she stammered. "Have you only been pretending?"
"Only pretending, Myra, but I blame myself for not acting my part for a little longer," answered Don Carlos. "If only I had waited, pretending for a few minutes longer that I was dying, you would have confessed your love. But your kiss so fired my heart that I forgot my part."
He laughed again exultantly and made a movement as if to sweep Myra into his arms, but she recoiled from him hastily. Anger and resentment at having been fooled swiftly succeeded her bewilderment, and her blue eyes flashed her indignation.
"So you have only been making mock of me, playing a part as usual, to flatter your own vanity!" she exclaimed. "I am sorry now that Tony"s aim was not truer, and that I prevented him from firing a second time."
"The result would have been just the same, Myra," Don Carlos responded.
"The pistol was loaded with blank cartridges. I deliberately left it within the reach of Standish, to see if he would have the nerve to use it, and to see how you would behave if he fired at me. You must admit, Myra darling, that you showed more concern for me than for Standish, thereby proving that you love me best. Dear heart, I shall treasure the memory of the first kiss you gave voluntarily."
"I would kiss any ruffian who begged me to do so if I thought he was dying," said Myra. "You have no reason to flatter yourself on the success of your play-acting trickery."
"Myra, don"t you think you have resisted me and the call of your heart long enough?" countered Don Carlos. "Must I take still stronger measures to induce you to surrender yourself voluntarily? What if I tell you that I propose to have Antony Standish branded with hot irons and scourged as a punishment for attempting to kill me, unless you give yourself to me?"
"You are talking melodramatic nonsense again," Myra protested. "You would surely not be guilty of such devilish cruelty!"
"El Diablo Cojuelo is capable of any devilry," Don Carlos retorted grimly. "Would you sacrifice yourself to save Standish if he were willing to accept your sacrifice?"
"I suppose I should have no alternative," replied Myra, after a pause.
"But Tony would not accept my sacrifice. He is an Englishman, and will never be scared into surrendering me to one whom he believes to be a Spanish brigand and outlaw. He loves me."
"Unless I am much mistaken, he has not even begun to know the meaning of love," said Don Carlos. "Tell me, Myra, if my threat to have him flogged and branded makes him offer to surrender you to El Diablo Cojuelo in order to save himself, will you marry me?"
"If I thought he"d sacrifice me to an outlaw to save his own skin, I"d marry you in his presence," exclaimed Myra impulsively.
"That is a promise," said Don Carlos quickly. "You shall marry me in his presence if he proves himself a craven. I will see him again now and discover what is in his heart and mind--and I shall have a priest in readiness."
"Tony will not fail me," said Myra bravely, but her heart misgave her, and already she was repenting of her impulsive promise.
Don Carlos rang the bell, and gave some rapid orders to Garcilaso, who appeared in answer to the summons. The man at first apparently did not grasp what was required of him, but presently nodded understanding, withdrew and returned in a few minutes, accompanied by Riafio, who was carrying a pair of handcuffs and a coil of rope.
"What are the handcuffs for?" asked Myra apprehensively.
"They are for me, dear lady," explained Don Carlos, with a ghost of a smile. "It would not do to let Mr. Standish think that even El Diablo Cojuelo could manage to keep Don Carlos a prisoner without fettering him. Incidentally, I must give myself the appearance of having been roughly handled or Standish may smell a rat."
He flung off his coat as he spoke, tore off his collar and rumpled his hair, then ordered Riafio to handcuff him.
"Garcilaso and Riafio will now thrust me into the cell in which Mr.
Standish is imprisoned, and he and I will have a little confidential talk about you and El Diablo Cojuelo," he resumed. "Standish naturally imagines that Don Carlos was captured at the same time as your charming self, and he will doubtless give me his confidence. It may be that he will be the more ready to surrender you when he learns that Don Carlos will be prepared to ransom you when Cojuelo has tired of you."
"More play-acting--and you are taking an unfair advantage again,"
commented Myra.
"You should thank me rather than blame me for putting Standish"s love for you to the test," responded Don Carlos, with a shrug. "Pray make yourself comfortable until I return to call on you to redeem your promise. Adios!"
He gave more orders to his men, sternly bidding them restrain their mirth, for they were treating the affair as a huge joke, and both tried to a.s.sume an expression of ferocity as they marched him out.