"But if he tries to escape, senor--"
"Don"t be a fool," snapped Holcomb curtly.
The captain was troubled in his heart. Had he saved this fine young fellow to be the plaything of old Pasquale"s vengeance? He knew well enough what would happen to the Arizonian if Ruth escaped. But as long as there was life there was a chance. Something might turn up yet to save him.
When Pasquale found that only an insignificant peon Pedro Cabenza had been taken in his dragnet, he exploded with fury. He ordered the man shot against the nearest wall at once.
Culvera turned the prisoner so that the moon fell full upon his face. He looked searchingly at him. Yeager knew that he was discovered. He spoke in English.
"Good-evening, Colonel Culvera. You"ve guessed right, but you"ve guessed it a little too late."
"What is this? Who is this man?" demanded Pasquale harshly.
"The man Yeager, who escaped from you two weeks since," explained Ramon.
"He has been in camp with us over a week arranging this girl"s escape."
The old general let out a bellow of rage. He strode forward to make sure for himself. Roughly he seized his prisoner by the hair of the head and twisted the face toward him.
"Sorry I had to leave you so abruptly last time, general. Did you have a pleasant night?" taunted Yeager.
Gabriel choked. He was beyond words.
"I see you haven"t been able to get anybody else to a.s.sa.s.sinate your friend Culvera yet," he said pleasantly.
The American had given up hope of life. He was trying to spur Pasquale into such an uncontrollable anger that his death would be a swift and easy one.
"Tie him hand and foot. Let a dozen men armed with rifles stay in the room with him till I return. Ochampa, I hold you responsible. If he escapes--"
"He won"t escape," answered the major. "I"ll see to that myself."
"See that you do." Pasquale swung to the saddle and looked around.
"Ramon, you"re not a fool. Where shall we look for this girl and those with her?" he demanded, scowling.
"They must have horses to escape, general. Except in the stable here, which is guarded heavily, the nearest are across the river in the direction they must be moving."
"Of course. Juan, have the remuda driven up and let every man saddle his horse. We"ll comb these hills if we must. Maldito! She shan"t escape me."
He galloped off at the head of his troop, taking the short cut to the pasture.
The prisoner was dragged into the house where Ochampa was staying. A doctor presently arrived and took care of the wounded leg of the major.
After he had finished dressing it, he turned to Yeager.
"No use bothering with mine. I"ll have worse wounds soon," the man from Arizona told him calmly.
The little doctor smiled genially because his heart was good. "Quien sabe, senor? Yet it is my duty," he reminded his patient gently.
"Old Gabriel might not say so," demurred Steve.
Yet he conceded the point and let the surgeon minister to him. There was no anaesthetic. The patient had to set his teeth and bear the pain while the bullet was removed and the wound washed and dressed. Little beads of perspiration stood out on his forehead. The lean muscles of his cheeks stood out like ropes. But no sound escaped his lips.
"You are a brave man," said the doctor when he had finished. "I wish you good fortune, sir."
A faint smile rested in the eyes of the cowpuncher. "I"m right likely to have it, don"t you think?" he asked ironically.
Whether Ochampa suspected Holcomb of being in collusion with his countryman or was merely taking no chances, the prisoner had no way of telling. But the major refused flatly to let the artillery officer into the room.
"Tell him he can see the man after the general returns--if the general wants him to see him," he told the messenger.
They could hear the voice of Holcomb, angry and insistent, protesting against such treatment. But a file of soldiers stood between him and the room. He had to retire defeated.
Slate-colored dawn rolled up without the return of Pasquale. With every pa.s.sing hour Steve gathered hope. It was certain that Ruth and her friends had escaped through the lines or they must have been brought back long ago. And if they once reached the hills and became lost among them, they would surely be safe from pursuit.
The prisoner was drinking a cup of coffee the doctor had brought him when the sound of horses" hoofs came to him through the open window.
The voice of Pasquale rang out, and at the sound of it Steve"s heart grew chill. For there was in the timbre of it a brutal, jovial triumph.
"Take these horses, boys,--feed them, water them. Let the girl go to her room, Ramon, but see that she is watched every minute. Garcia, attend to the Gringos."
He strode into the room where Yeager was detained. His greedy little eyes sparkled; his face exuded malice and self-conceit.
"Ho, ho, amigo! Who laughs now?" he jeered. "I found your friends--stumbled on them in a pocket of the hills while we were returning. They had lost their way, of course, since Senor Yeager was unfortunately not able to go along. So I brought them home to breakfast.
Was I not kind?"
He threw back his head and laughed. Steve said nothing. His heart was sick. He had thrown the dice for his great chance and lost.
"First, to breakfast," repeated the Mexican. "And afterward--the young lady shall have love. Por Dios, you shall be at the wedding," decided Pasquale on malicious impulse, hammering on the table with his great fist.
"If I had only had the sense to pull the trigger last night when I had you at my mercy," Yeager commented aloud.
"Yes, you and all her friends--you shall all be there to wish her joy--even Holcomb, who wearies me with his protests. Maldito! Is Gabriel Pasquale not good enough for a kitchen wench from Arizona?"
"It"s an outrage beyond belief."
"And afterward--while the little chat.i.ta makes love to Gabriel--her friend Steve whom she loves will suffer his punishment with what fort.i.tude he can."
"And her other friends?"
"Behold, it is a great day, senor. Not so? If the chat.i.ta, linda de mi alma (pugnosed one, pretty creature of my love), asks for their freedom, she shall have it. I, Gabriel, will send them home under safe escort. Am I not generous? A kind lover? Not so?"
Steve turned his head away and looked through the window at the sun rising behind the distant hills. There was nothing to be said.
CHAPTER XXV
THE TEXAN TAKES A LONG JOURNEY