"You have still an hour, Luis. Come in and sit with me."
"As you say; and I wish to show you that I am capable of a great thing.
You do not believe me? Well, then give me again my own clothes. I will resign these."
"You are most welcome to them, Luis."
"But no; I am in earnest. The fight is at hand--they are too fine."
"Yes, but I will tell you--I can say anything to you--there is to be a grand day for freedom; well, then, for a festa one puts on the best that is to be got. I will even lend you my Cross of Saint James, if you wish.
A young hero should be dressed like a hero. Honor my poor clothes so far as to wear them in the fight."
"Thank you, Lopez. I will not disgrace them"; and he bent forward and looked into his friend"s eyes. His glance prolonged his words--went further than speech--went where speech could not reach.
"Listen to me, Luis. As a matter of precision, where now are the Americans?"
"At the mission of Espada."
"La Espada?--the sword--the name is ominous."
"Of success, Lopez."
"Is Houston, then, with you?"
"Until a few days ago. He and General Austin have gone to San Felipe."
"For what? Is not San Antonio the most important point?"
"It was decided by the vote of the army to send them there to frame a provisional government. There are plenty of fighters with us, but not one statesman but Houston. And now it is necessary that we should have legal authority to obtain loans, maintain the army in the field, and many other such things vital to our cause. Austin is to go to the United States. He will bring back men and money. Houston must draw up our declaration and manifestoes; direct the civil government; forward troops; and, in fact, set a new government in motion."
"He is the loadstone in the bosom! [2] I wonder that the Americans permitted that he should leave them."
"He, and he only, was the man to go. Ere he left, he said some strange words. I shall not, as a Mexican, forget them. In the midst of the men he stood like a G.o.d, with his great stature, and his bright, strong face. One cannot think of him as of a common mortal. Indeed, I will confess that I could only compare him with the Efreet in the Arabian tale, "whose nostrils were like trumpets, his eyes like lamps, and who had dishevelled, dust colored hair""
"But, to proceed; what were the strange words?"
"Thus he spoke, and his voice rang out like a clarion:
""You will fight as men fight for their homes, and their wives, and their children, but also--remember this--the idea of Texas is in the American heart! Two generations they have carried it there! It is your destiny to make the idea a fact! As far back as eighteen nineteen, Adams wanted Texas. When Adams became president, he told Poinsett to offer Mexico a million of dollars for Texas. Clay would have voted three millions. Van Buren, in eighteen twenty-nine, told Poinsett to offer five millions for Texas. I went to Washington that year, and proposed to revolutionize Texas. I declare to you that the highest men in the land were of my mind. Only last July President Jackson offered an additional half million dollars for the Rio Grande boundary; and Mr. Secretary Forsyth said, justly or unjustly, by hook, or by crook, Texas must become part of our country. We have been longing for it for fifty years!
Now, then, brothers-in-arms!" he cried, "You are here for your homes and your freedom; but, more than that, you are here for your country!"
Remember the thousands of Americans who have slipped out of history and out of memory, who have bought this land with their blood! We have held a grip on Texas for fifty years. By the soul of every American who has perished here, I charge you, No Surrender!"
"You should have heard the shout that answered the charge. Jesu, Maria!
It made my heart leap to my bosom. And ever since, the two words have filled the air. You could see men catching them on their lips. They are in their eyes, and their walk. Their hands say them. The up-toss of their heads says them. When they go into battle they will see Houston in front of them, and hear him call back "No surrender!" Mexico cannot hold Texas against such a determined purpose, carried out by such determined men."
Lopez did not answer. He was a melancholy, well-read man, who had travelled, and to whom the idea of liberty was a pa.s.sion. But the feeling of race was also strong in him, and he could not help regretting that liberty must come to Texas through an alien people--"heretics, too"--he muttered, carrying the thought out aloud. It brought others equally living to him, and he asked, "Where, then, is Doctor Worth?"
"At Espada. The army wished him to go to San Felipe with Houston, but he declined. And we want him most of all, both as a fighter and a physician. His son Thomas went in his place."
"I know not Thomas."
"Indeed, very few know him. He is one that seldom speaks. But his rifle has its word always ready."
"And Jack?"
"Jack also went to San Felipe. He is to bring back the first despatches.
Jack is the darling of the camp. Ah, what a happy soul he has! One would think that it had just come from heaven, or was just going there."
"Did you see Senorita Antonia to-night?"
"Si! She is a blessing to the eyesight. So brave a young girl, so sweet, so wise; she is a miracle! If I loved not Isabel with my whole soul, I would kneel at Antonia"s feet."
"That is where I also would kneel."
"Hark! how the wind roars, and how the rain thrashes the house! But our men have the shelter of one of the Panchos. You should have heard the padre threaten them with the anger of heaven and h.e.l.l and General Cos.
Good-bye, Lopez. I have stayed my last moment now."
"Your horse has been well fed. Listen, he is neighing for you; to Doctor Worth give my honorable regards. Is Senor Parades with you? and Perez Mexia? Say to them I keep the vow I made in their behalf. Farewell, Luis!" and Luis, who had been mounting as his friend talked, stooped from his saddle and kissed him.
It was just dawn when he reached camp, and he found Doctor Worth waiting his arrival. Fortunately there was nothing but good news for the doctor.
Luis had seen everything through the medium of his own happiness, and he described the midnight meal and the Senora"s amiability with the utmost freedom from anything unpleasant. Rachela"s interference he treated with scornful indifference; and yet it affected Worth"s mind unpleasantly.
For it went straight to the source of offence. "She must have had Fray Ignatius behind her. And my poor Maria, she will be as dough for them to knead as they desire to!"
And, in fact, as he was thus thinking, the Senora was lying awake in her bed, antic.i.p.ating her confessor"s next visit. She was almost glad the norther was still blowing. It would give her another day"s respite; and "so many things happen as the clock goes round," she reflected. Perhaps even her Roberto might arrive; it would not be more wonderful than the visit of Luis Alveda.
But very early in the day she saw the father hurrying up the oleander avenue. The wind tossed his gown, and blew his hat backward and sideways, and compelled him to make undignified haste. And such little things affect the mental poise and mood! The Senora smiled at the funny figure he made; and with the smile came a feeling of resistance to his tyranny, and a stubborn determination to defend her own conduct.
He came into her room with a doleful countenance, saying, as he crossed himself, "G.o.d be here!"
"And with you, father," answered the Senora, cheerfully--a mood she had a.s.sumed at the last moment, by a kind of instinct.
"There is evil news on every hand my daughter. The heretics are swarming like wolves around the Missions. Several of our holy brothers have endured the last extremity. These wolves will even enter the city, and you will be in danger. I have come to take you to the convent. There, Holy Mary will be your safety."
"But these wolves might attack the convent, father!"
"Our Blessed Lady is stronger than they. She has always kept her own."
"Blessed be the hand of G.o.d and Mary! will trust in them. Ah, Antonia!
Listen to Fray Ignatius! He says we must go to the convent--the heretics are coming. They have even slain some priests at the Mission."
"Fray Ignatius has been misinformed, dear mother. When a man wears a gown and has no arms Americans do not molest him. That is certain. As for the convent it is impossible. My father forbade it. If the Americans enter the city, he is with them. He will protect us, if we should need it, which is not likely."
"Disobedient one!"
"Pardon. I wish only to obey the commands of my father."
"I absolve you from them."
"They are between G.o.d and my soul. There is no absolution from duty."