At this the boy uttered a louder cry. He stamped his bare feet in a frenzy of disappointment. "You da.s.sent leave me--you da.s.sent!"
"Listen, people are starving in Matanzas; they are sick; they are dying in the streets."
"I don"t eat much."
When Johnnie shook his head stubbornly Jacket launched himself into a torrent of profanity the violence of which dried his tears. His vocabulary was surprising. He reviled the Spaniards, O"Reilly, himself, everybody and everything; he leveled anathemas at that woman who had come between him and his beloved benefactor. The latter listened good-naturedly.
"You"re a tough kid," he laughed, when Jacket"s first rage had worn itself out. "I like you, and I"d take you if I could. But this isn"t an enterprise for a boy, and it won"t get you anything to keep up this racket."
Jacket next tried the power of argument. He attempted to prove that in a hazardous undertaking of this sort his a.s.sistance would be invaluable. He was, so he declared, the one person in all Cuba in every respect qualified to share O"Reilly"s perils. To begin with, he was not afraid of Spaniards, or anything else, for that matter--he dismissed the subject of personal courage with a contemptuous shrug. As for cunning, sagacity, prudence, resource, all-around worth, he was, without doubt, unequaled in any country. He was a veritable Spartan, too, when it came to hardship--privation and suffering were almost to his liking. He was discreet--discretion was something he had inherited; he was a diplomat--diplomacy being one of his most unique accomplishments. As for this talk about hunger, O"Reilly need not concern himself in the least on that score, for Jacket was a small eater and could grow fat on a diet of dead leaves. Disease? Bah! It made him laugh. His experience with sickness was wider than most fisicos, and he was a better nurse than Miss Evans would ever be.
Jacket did not wish to appear in the least boastful. On the contrary, he was actually too modest, as his friends could attest, but truth compelled him to admit that he was just the man for O"Reilly. He found it impossible to recommend himself too highly; to save his soul, he could think of no qualification in which he was lacking and could see no reason why his benefactor would not greatly profit by the free use of his amazing talents. The enterprise was difficult; it would certainly fail without him.
Johnnie remained carefully attentive during this adjuration. He felt no desire even to smile, for the boy"s earnestness was touching and it caused the elder man"s throat to tighten uncomfortably. Johnnie had not realized before how fond he had become of this quaint youngster. And so, when the little fellow paused hopefully, O"Reilly put an arm around him.
"I"m sure you are everything you say you are, Jacket, and more, too, but you can"t go!"
With that Jacket flung off the embrace and, stalking away, seated himself. He took a half-smoked cigar from the pocket of his shirt and lit it, scowling the while at his friend. More than once during the evening O"Reilly detected his sullen, angry eyes upon him.
General Betancourt and several members of his staff were up early the following morning to bid their visitor good-by. In spite of their efforts to make the parting cheerful it was plain that they had little hope of ever again seeing this foolhardy American.
Johnnie"s spirits were not in the least affected by this ill-concealed pessimism, for, as he told himself, he had money in his pockets and Matanzas was not many miles away. But when he came to part from Jacket he experienced a genuine disappointment. The boy, strangely enough, was almost indifferent to his leaving; he merely extended a limp and dirty hand, and replied to O"Reilly"s parting words with a careless "Adios!"
In hurt surprise the former inquired, "Don"t we part good friends?"
"Sure!" Jacket shrugged, then turned away.
Jacket was a likable youngster; his devotion was thoroughly unselfish; it had not been easy to wound him. With keener regrets than he cared to acknowledge O"Reilly set out upon his journey, following the guide whom General Betancourt had provided.
It was a lovely morning, sufficiently warm to promise a hot midday; the air was moist and fresh from a recent shower. This being the rainy season, the trails were soft, and where the rich red Cuban soil was exposed the travelers sank into it as into wet putty.
Crossing a rocky ridge, O"Reilly and his guide at last emerged upon an open slope, knee-high in gra.s.s and grown up to bottle-palms, those queer, distorted trees whose trunks are swollen into the likeness of earthen water-jars. Scattered here and there over the meadows were the dead or fallen trunks of another variety, the cabbage-palm, the green heart of which had long formed a staple article of diet for the Insurrectos. Spanish axes had been at work here and not a single tree remained alive. The green floor of the valley farther down was dotted with the other, the royal kind, that monarch of tropic vegetation which lends to the Cuban landscape its peculiar and distinctive beauty.
"Yonder is the camino," said the countryman, pointing into the valley; "it will lead you to the main road; and there"--he turned to the northward--"is Matanzas. Go with G.o.d, and don"t drink the well water, which is polluted from the rains." With a smile and a wave of the hand the man turned back and plunged into the jungle.
As O"Reilly descended the slope he realized keenly that he was alone and in hostile territory. The hills and the woods from Pinar del Rio to Oriente were Cuban, or, at most, they were disputed ground. But here in the plains and valleys near the cities Spain was supreme. From this moment on O"Reilly knew he must rely entirely upon himself. The success of his enterprise--his very life--hinged upon his caution, his powers of dissimulation, his ability to pa.s.s as a harmless, helpless pacifico.
It gave him an unaccustomed thrill, by no means pleasant.
The road, when he came to it, proved to be a deep gutter winding between red-clay banks cut by the high wheels of clumsy cane-carts.
Inasmuch as no crops whatever had been moved over the road during the past season, it was now little more than an oozy, sticky rut. Not a roof, not a chimney, was in sight; the valley was deserted. Here was a fertile farming country--and yet no living thing, no sound of bells, no voices, no crowing c.o.c.ks, no lowing cattle. It was depressing to O"Reilly, and more, for there was something menacing and threatening about it all.
Toward noon the breeze lessened and it became insufferably hot. A bank of clouds in the east promised a cooling shower, so Johnnie sought the nearest shade to wait for it, and took advantage of the delay to eat his slender lunch. He was meditatively munching a sweet-potato when a sound at his back caused him to leap to his feet in alarm. He whirled, then uttered an exclamation of amazement. Seated not fifty feet away was a bare-legged boy, similarly engaged in eating a sweet-potato. It was Jacket. His brown cheeks were distended, his bright, inquisitive eyes were fixed upon O"Reilly from beneath a defiant scowl.
"Jacket!" cried the man. "What the devil are you doing here?"
"You goin" to let me come along?" challenged the intruder.
"So! You followed me, after I said I didn"t want you?" O"Reilly spoke reproachfully; but reproaches had no effect upon the lad. With a mild expletive, Jacket signified his contempt for such a weak form of persuasion.
"See here now." O"Reilly stepped closer. "Let"s be sensible about this."
But Jacket scrambled to his feet and retreated warily, stuffing the uneaten portion of the sweet-potato into his mouth. It was plain that he had no confidence in O"Reilly"s intentions. Muttering something in a m.u.f.fled voice, he armed himself with a stout stick.
"Come here," commanded the American.
Jacket shook his head. He made a painful attempt to swallow, and when his utterance became more distinct he consigned his idol to a warmer place than Cuba.
"I"m a tough kid," he declared. "Don"t get gay on me."
The two parleyed briefly; then, when satisfied that no violence was intended him, the boy sat down to listen. But, as before, neither argument nor appeal had the slightest effect upon him. He denied that he had followed his benefactor; he declared that he was a free agent and at liberty to go where he willed. If it so chanced that his fancy took him to the city of Matanzas at the same time O"Reilly happened to be traveling thither, the circ.u.mstance might be put down to the long arm of coincidence. If his company were distasteful to the elder man, O"Reilly was free to wait and follow later; it was a matter of complete indifference to Jacket. He had business in Matanzas and he proposed to attend to it. The boy lied gravely, unblushingly. Nevertheless, he kept a watchful eye upon his hearer.
"Very well," O"Reilly told him, finally. "I give in."
Jacket"s face instantly lit up. He radiated good humor; he hitched his body closer.
"By----! I get my own way, don"t I?" he laughed.
"Indeed you do." O"Reilly laid a hand fondly upon his loyal follower.
"And I don"t mind telling you that I"m more than half glad of it. I--I was getting lonesome. I didn"t know how much I could miss you. But now we must make some plans, we must have an understanding and decide who we are. Let me see--your real name is Narciso--"
"Narciso Villar."
"Well, then, I shall be Juan Villar, your brother. Henceforth we shall speak nothing but Spanish. Tell me now, what was our father"s name, where was our home, and what are we doing together?"
During the breathless interval before the shower the two sat with their heads together, talking earnestly. As the wind came and the cooling rain began to rattle on the leaves overhead they took up their bundles and set out. The big drops drenched them quickly. Their thin garments clung to them and water streamed down their bodies; overhead the sky was black and rent by vivid streaks of fire, but they plodded onward cheerfully.
Jacket was himself again; he bent his weight against the tempest and lengthened his short strides to O"Reilly"s. He tried to whistle, but his teeth chattered and the wind interfered, so he hummed a song, to drive the chill out of his bones and to hearten his benefactor. Now that he was at last accepted as a full partner in this enterprise, it became his duty not only to share its perils, but to lessen its hardships and to yield diversion.
The rain was cold, the briers beside the overgrown path were sharp, and they scratched the boy"s bare legs cruelly; his stomach clamored for a companion to that solitary sweet-potato, too, but in his breast glowed ardor and pride. Jacket considered himself a fortunate person--a very fortunate person, indeed. Had he not found a brother, and did not that brother love him? There was no doubt about the latter, for O"Reilly"s eyes, when he looked down, were kind and smiling, his voice was friendly and intimate. Here was a man to die for.
The downpour lasted but a short time, then the sun came out and dried the men"s clothes; on the whole, it had been refreshing. When evening came the Villar brothers sought refuge in an old sugar-mill, or rather in a part of it still standing. They were on the main calzada, now, the paved road which links the two main cities of the island, and by the following noon their destination was in sight.
O"Reilly felt a sudden excitement when Matanzas came into view. From this distance the city looked quite as it did when he had left it, except that the blue harbor was almost empty of shipping, while the familiar range of hills that hid the Yumuri--that valley of delight so closely linked in his thoughts with Rosa Varona--seemed to smile at him like an old friend. For the thousandth time he asked himself if he had come in time to find her, or if fate"s maddening delays had proved his own and the girl"s undoing.
O"Reilly knew that although Matanzas was a prison and a pesthole, a girl like Rosa would suffer therein perils infinitely worse than imprisonment or disease. It was a thought he could not bear to dwell upon.
Signs of life began to appear now, the travelers pa.s.sed small garden-patches and occasional cultivated fields; they encountered loaded carts bound into the city, and once they hid themselves while a column of mounted troops went by.
O"Reilly stopped to pa.s.s the time of day with a wrinkled cartman whose dejected oxen were resting.
"Going into the city, are you?" the fellow inquired. "Starved out, I suppose. Well, it"s as pleasant to starve in one place as another."
Jacket helped himself to a stalk of cane from the load and began to strip it with his teeth.
"Will the soldiers allow us to enter?" Johnnie inquired.
"Of course. Why not?" The old man laughed mirthlessly; then his voice changed. "Go back," he said, "go back and die in the fields. Matanzas stinks of rotting corpses. Go back where the air is clean." He swung his long lash over the oxen, they leaned against the load, and the cart creaked dismally on its way.
It is never difficult to enter a trap, and Matanzas was precisely that.