"You have had me brought here against my will, gentlemen, and it is very possible that you will have grounds for regretting it," he said in English. "It would be a favor if you will tell me what you want?"
The gentleman at the head of the table leaned forward in his chair. "A little information--in the meanwhile," he said quietly. "You recognize the prisoner yonder?"
Dom Clemente translated, and Desmond carefully looked Ormsgill over.
"Well," he said, "I have certainly met him before--in Las Palmas--and other places. He doesn"t seem to have thriven since then."
"We would like to know what you were doing at the spot where the soldiers arrested you?"
"That," said Desmond st.u.r.dily, "is my own business; and a thing I have not the least intention of telling you."
Two of the officers frowned, but the man at the table waved his hand.
"Well," he said, "we will try another question. It is desirable that we should know how a certain eight boys whom the prisoner brought down to the coast were smuggled out of the country."
Desmond looked at Ormsgill, who nodded. "I think you may as well tell him," he said. "There is reason for believing that our friend yonder who speaks excellent English"--and he indicated Dom Clemente--"is acquainted with it already. I don"t think they can hold--you--responsible."
Then Desmond spoke boldly, answering their questions until almost everything was explained. Dom Clemente"s eyes twinkled, and his companion leaned back in his chair with a curious little smile.
"What I have heard is so extraordinary as to be almost incomprehensible," he said. "It seems that you and your friend must have spent a very large amount of money to set these fourteen boys at liberty."
He waved his hand towards the squatting negroes. "Senores," he said turning to the officers, "I would ask you to look at them, and tell me if the thing appears reasonable."
The manner in which the officers smiled was very expressive. It was, they were a.s.sured, for these thick-lipped, woolly-haired bushmen crouching half-naked against the wall, without a spark of intelligence in their heavy animal-like faces, that the two English gentlemen had spent money broadcast, faced fatigue and peril, and hazarded the anger of the Government. The thing certainly appeared incomprehensible to them. Desmond guessed their thoughts, and a red flush crept into his sea-bronzed face and a little portentous glint into his eyes.
"I admit that it sounds nonsensical," he said. "Still, Senores, I have the honor of offering you my word."
Then somewhat to the astonishment of all except Dom Clemente, who smiled, the man at the head of the table made Desmond a little punctilious inclination.
"Senor," he said, "I think your word would go a long way. In the meanwhile we will hear what the priest has to tell us."
Ormsgill started a little when Father Tiebout was brought in a minute or two later. He sat down and nodded when Dom Clemente had spoken to him.
"Most of what I know is at your service," he said. He commenced with the death of the trader Lamartine, and told his tale quietly but with a certain dramatic force. When he came to the point where he and Nares had written to Ormsgill after Domingo"s raid he stopped a moment, and the pause was impressive.
"You will understand, Senores, that we had faith when we wrote to this man," he said.
"You believed he would come back and undertake the task at his peril?"
"The thing," said Father Tiebout quietly, "was, to us at least, absolutely certain."
There was blank astonishment in two of the officers" faces, but the man at the head of the table made a sign of concurrence, and once more a little gleam crept into Dom Clemente"s eyes. Then the priest went on, and when at last he stopped there was a full minute"s silence.
After that the man at the head of the table spoke to Ormsgill, and his voice had a curious note in it.
"How was it you did not ask us to send for this priest and hear him in your defense?" he said.
Ormsgill smiled dryly. "It is not as a rule advisable for a missionary to meddle with affairs of State."
"Ah," said the other man, "it would, I think, make our work easier if none of them did. Well, you have given us a reason, and it is one I could consider satisfactory--in your case."
Then he turned to Desmond. "Senor, I had the honor of asking you a question a little while ago. Perhaps, it may not appear desirable to withhold the information I desired any longer."
Desmond laughed, and looked at him steadily.
"Well," he said, "since you have no doubt guessed my purpose, I will tell you. I came up here to take my friend out of your hands, and if it hadn"t been for the thick-headed boy who let the soldiers creep in on us while we were asleep I think I would in all probability have managed it."
"Ah," said the other man spreading out his hands, "I almost believe it is possible."
Then he turned to his companions. "One naturally expects something quite out of the usual course from men like these."
After that he sat silent for at least a minute, until he leaned forward and spoke awhile in a low voice with Dom Clemente who once or twice made a sign of concurrence.
Then he turned to Ormsgill.
"I shall probably have something to say to you again," he said. "This is an affair that demands careful consideration, and in the meantime there are other matters which can not be delayed."
Dom Clemente spoke sharply, and a black sergeant at the door who beckoned Ormsgill and Desmond to follow him went with them to their quarters in the ruinous shed.
"There are, I think, very few men in this country who would have spoken to that man or Dom Clemente as you have done," he said. Then he grinned in a very suggestive fashion. "It is probably fortunate that he seemed to believe you, though if he had been any other man I would have called him very foolish."
Ormsgill said nothing, but sat down among the empty sugar bags, and he and Desmond looked at one another when the patter of the sergeant"s feet grew indistinct. Both were glad they were alone, but for a minute or two neither of them broke the silence.
CHAPTER x.x.xII
BENICIA UNDERTAKES AN OBLIGATION
Ormsgill, who reclined among the sugar bags, lighted a cigarette one of the officers had given him before he turned to Desmond.
"I don"t know if you are comfortable on that case, but, as you see, I haven"t another seat to offer you, and these bags are a trifle sticky," he said. "I understand that my jailers were instructed to show me every consideration."
Desmond laughed as he glanced around the half-ruinous shed. "It"s hardly worth while making excuses of that kind," he said. "I"m quite willing to admit that the one thing that"s worrying me is the question what your friends mean to do with us."
"It"s possible they may set us at liberty, but in the meanwhile you know as much as I do. How did you fall into their hands?"
"I was at Las Palmas when I heard that they were having trouble in the interior. The news wasn"t very definite, but it seemed to me I might be wanted and I brought the yacht across as hard as we could drive her."
"Ah," said Ormsgill quietly, "that is, of course, very much the kind of thing one would expect you to do. You were at Las Palmas--but go on. I may ask you something later."
Desmond understood him, and though he had driven the _Palestrina_ mercilessly day after day under the uttermost pressure her boilers would stand he was satisfied. He had not thought it worth while to mention how they had shaken every rag of canvas out while the yacht rolling viciously and shivering in every plate swept along with the spray-clouds flying over her before the big trade breeze combers, or the more arduous days when, while the firemen gasped beneath an almost intolerable heat, they still drove her south at topmost speed over an oily blazing sea across the line. He also fancied he knew what Ormsgill wished to ask him, and a trace of uneasiness crept into his face as he proceeded somewhat hastily.
"Well," he said, "when we got the anchor down I heard that the fighting was over and the troops were coming back again. Somebody told me they had a white prisoner who had evidently been encouraging the rebels, and it seemed to me advisable to set out up country on a shooting trip. There was a rather capable boy among those I hired, and he hadn"t much difficulty in making friends with one of the camp followers or carriers when we came up with the troops. After that we followed their track, keeping about a league away from them for almost a week, and I sent you two messages. I suppose you never got them?"
"No," said Ormsgill. "I almost think it"s evident that somebody else did."