"What?"
"Bullets!"
"Are you swearing or naming her?"
"Wouldn"t that be a good name? It"s new, and it means something. Raid, battle, rain of bullets! See? Bullets Branch--that doesn"t sound bad."
With deliberate malice O"Reilly said, gravely: "Of course, if you adopt her, you can name her what you choose--but she"s a mighty brown baby! I have my suspicions that--she"s a mulatto." Branch was shocked, indignant. "That child"s as white as you are," he sputtered. Then noting the twinkle in O"Reilly"s eyes he turned away, muttering angrily.
Strangely enough, Leslie"s fantastic suggestion found echo in more than one quarter, and many of his camp-mates began to argue that El Demonio"s baby would certainly bring the troop good luck, if it could keep her. Adoption of some sort was gravely discussed that evening around more than one camp-fire.
After breakfast on the following morning the baby was bathed. This was an event, and it had been advertised as such. An interested and admiring group of swarthy cigarette-smokers looked on while Branch officiated, Norine"s offer to perform the service less publicly having been refused. Leslie was just drying off the chubby form when he was unexpectedly interrupted.
Jacket had made his round trip in safety, but instead of bringing a squad of the enemy"s soldiers with him he had brought the child"s parents, which was a much more sensible thing to do.
The storekeeper and his wife arrived unheralded; they gave no warning of their coming, and they exchanged no amenities with the ravagers of their home. Hearing the shrill, petulant voice of their beloved, they made directly for it, as eagles swoop from the sky at threat to their nest.
Branch looked up at the sound of some swift approach. He beheld an entirely strange woman bearing down upon him. Her face was white, frantic, terrible; her arms were outstretched; she gave utterance to a peculiar, distressing cry. s.n.a.t.c.hing the baby from his lap without so much as "by your leave," she clutched it to a billowing brown bosom.
Leslie rose, protesting, just in time to receive the full onslaught of the child"s distracted father. He went down in a swirl of arms and legs; he felt himself kicked, pounded, trampled, beaten, scratched, until his friends came to the rescue and dragged him to his feet. He rose to behold a small, fat, disheveled Spaniard who had turned from a.s.saulting him and now appeared to be engaged in biting mouthfuls from such portions of the baby"s anatomy as were not hidden in its mother"s embrace.
A clamor of voices breaking the Sabbath calm of the morning brought Norine Evans running from her tent. One look, and its cause was plain.
Fifty men were talking loudly; fifty pairs of arms were waving. In consequence of the torrent of words that beat upon their ears it was some time before the merchant and his wife could be made to fully understand the peculiar circ.u.mstances of the kidnapping, and that no harm had been intended to their darling. Slowly, bit by bit, they learned the truth, but even then the mother could not look upon Leslie Branch without a menacing dilation of the eyes and a peculiar expression of restrained ferocity.
The father was more reasonable, however; once he was a.s.sured of his daughter"s safety, his thankfulness sought outlet. He began by embracing every one within his reach. He kissed Norine, he kissed O"Reilly, he kissed Judson, he made a rush at Leslie himself; but the latter, suspicious of his intent, fled. Unmindful of the fact that these were the men who had relieved him of a considerable stock of goods and profaned his holy of holies, he recklessly distributed among them what money he had upon his person and then gave away the remaining contents of his pockets. He swore his undying love for them all.
Smiting his breast excitedly, he urged them as a personal favor and a mark of his overflowing grat.i.tude to return to San Antonio de los Banos, make themselves masters of all his worldly possessions, and then burn his store.
While this was going on, Jacket was proudly advertising his share of the enterprise, not failing to give himself full credit.
"By----! I made a big hit with that comandante," he told his American friends. "Those people in San Antonio say I"m the bravest boy they ever seen, and they give me more"n a thousand cigars. When I rode away I saluted the comandante; then I yelled, "Vive Cuba Libre!" and everybody laughed like h.e.l.l. I guess those people never seen n.o.body like me before."
That afternoon, when it came time for the merchant and his little family to set out for home, a crowd of regretful Insurrectos a.s.sembled to bid them farewell and to look for the last time upon the baby. By now the mother"s apprehensions had given way to pride and she could bring herself to smile at the compliments showered upon her offspring and to answer in kind those which were aimed at herself. She even permitted El Demonio to kiss the child good-by. Her husband, since his arrival in camp, had heard much about the eccentric American, and now, after apologizing abjectly for his unwarranted attack, he invited Branch to visit his store when this hideous war was over and Cuba was free. Finally, in spite of Leslie"s frantic struggles, he embraced him and planted a moist kiss upon either cheek.
Amid loud and repeated good wishes and a cheer for the baby the visitors rode away.
Lopez linked his arm within O"Reilly"s as they turned back into the palm-grove. With a smile he said:
"Well, I hope this has taught your friend to steal no more babies."
"I"m afraid he"ll steal the very next one he sees. He fell in love with that one and wanted to keep it."
"Oh, he wasn"t alone in that. It"s queer how sentimental soldiers become. I"ve often noticed it. When I was in the Rubi Hills some of my fellows adopted a goat. We had to eat it finally, but those men wouldn"t touch a piece of the flesh--and they were starving. By the way, how is Varona doing?"
"About the same."
Lopez frowned. "I shall have to send him to Cubitas to-morrow, for we must be under way."
"If he has to be moved, let me do it. I"d like to be with him when he comes out of his fever, and learn what he knows about his sister."
O"Reilly"s appeal was earnest.
The colonel readily yielded. "Go, by all means. Report to General Gomez, and he no doubt will let you stay until the boy can talk. He may have news from Matanzas by that time."
O"Reilly pressed his colonel"s hand gratefully. "You"re mighty good,"
said he. "There"s one thing more. Will you look out for Branch while I"m gone, and--hold him down?"
Lopez laughed lightly. "Oh, he"ll soon get over his recklessness. This life agrees with him. Why, he"s a different man already! When he gets well and has something to live for he will want to live. You"ll see."
XXI
TREASURE
It was a balmy, languid morning about two weeks after O"Reilly"s return to the City among the Leaves. The Cubitas Mountains were green and sparkling from a recent shower; wood fires smoldered in front of the bark huts, sending up their wavering streamers of blue; a pack-train from the lower country was unloading fresh vegetables in the main street, and a group of ragged men were disputing over them. Some children were playing baseball near by.
In a hammock swung between two trees Esteban Varona lay, listening to the admonitions of his nurse.
Johnnie O"Reilly had just bade them both a hearty good morning and now Norine was saying: "One hour, no more. You had a temperature again last night, and it came from talking too much."
"Oh, I"m better this morning," Esteban declared. "I"m getting so that I want to talk. I was too tired at first, but now--"
"NOW, you will do exactly as you are told. Remember, it takes me just one hour to make my rounds, and if you are not through with your tales of blood and battle when I get back you"ll have to finish them to-morrow." With a nod and a smile she left.
As Esteban looked after her his white teeth gleamed and his hollow face lit up.
"She brings me new life," he told O"Reilly. "She is so strong, so healthy, so full of life herself. She is wonderful! When I first saw her bending over me I thought I was dreaming. Sometimes, even yet, I think she cannot be real. But she is, eh?"
"She is quite substantial," O"Reilly smiled.
"I can tell when she is anywhere near, for my illness leaves me. It"s a fact! And her hands--Well, she lays them on my head, and it no longer hurts; the fever disappears. There is some cool, delicious magic in her touch; it makes a fellow want to live. You have perhaps noticed it?"
"N-no! You see, she never lays her hands on my head. However, I dare say you"re right. All the sick fellows talk as you do."
Esteban looked up quickly; his face darkened. "She--er--nurses OTHERS, eh? I"m not the only one?"
"Well, hardly."
There was a brief pause; then Esteban shifted his position and his tone changed. "Tell me, have you heard any news?"
"Not yet, but we will hear some before long I"m sure."
"Your faith does as much for me as this lady"s care. But when you go away, when I"m alone, when I begin to think--"
"Don"t think too much; don"t permit yourself to doubt," O"Reilly said, quickly. "Take my word for it, Rosa is alive and we"ll find her somewhere, somehow. You heard that she had fallen into Cobo"s hands when he sacked the Yumuri, but now we know that she and the negroes were living in the Pan de Matanzas long after that. In the same way Lopez a.s.sured me positively that you were dead. Well, look at you! It shows how little faith we can put in any story. No, Rosa is safe, and General Gomez will soon have word of her. That"s what I"ve been waiting for--that and what you might have to tell me."
"You know all that I know now and everything that has happened to me."