"It seems that Johnny led you on and excited you to this?" said one of the jurors.
"I didn"t say that. I only said that he pointed to the man"s money-bag, and said----But what is it to you what Johnny said? I"m the man who did it. I speak for myself, and I"ll be hanged for myself."
"All very good, Bob," interposed the Alcalde; "but we can"t hang you without being sure you deserve it. What do you say to it, Mr Whyte?
You"re the procurador--and you, Mr Heart and Mr Stone? Help yourselves to rum or brandy; and, Mr Bright and Irwin, take another cigar. They"re considerable tolerable the cigars--ain"t they? That"s brandy, Mr Whyte, in the diamond bottle."
Mr Whyte had got up to give his opinion, as I thought; but I was mistaken. He stepped to the sideboard, took up a bottle in one hand and a gla.s.s in the other, every movement being performed with the greatest deliberation.
"Well, Squire," said he, "or rather Alcalde--"
After the word "Alcalde," he filled the gla.s.s half full of rum.
"If it"s as we"ve heard," added he, pouring about a spoonful of water on the rum, "and Bob has killed the man"--he continued, throwing in some lumps of sugar--"murdered him"--he went on, crushing the sugar with a wooden stamp--"I rather calkilate"--here he raised the gla.s.s--"Bob ought to be hung," he concluded, putting the tumbler to his mouth and emptying it.
The jurors nodded in silence. Bob drew a deep breath, as if a load were taken off his breast.
"Well," said the judge, who did not look over well pleased, "if you all think so, and Bob is agreed, I calculate we must do as he wishes. I tell you, though, I don"t do it willingly. At any rate, we must find the dead man first, and examine Johnny. We owe that to ourselves and to Bob."
"Certainly," said the jury with one voice.
"You are a dreadful murderer, Bob, a very considerable one," continued the judge; "but I tell you to your face, and not to flatter you, there is more good in your little finger than in Johnny"s whole hide. And I"m sorry for you, because, at the bottom, you are not a bad man, though you"ve been led away by bad company and example. I calculate you might still be reformed, and made very useful--more so, perhaps, than you think. Your rifle"s a capital good one."
At these last words the men all looked up, and threw a keen inquiring glance at Bob.
"You might be of great service," continued the judge encouragingly, "to the country and to your fellow-citizens. You"re worth a dozen Mexicans any day."
Whilst the judge spoke, Bob let his head fall on his breast, and seemed reflecting. He now looked up.
"I understand, Squire; I see what you"re drivin" at. But I can"t do it--I can"t wait so long. My life"s a burthen and a sufferin" to me.
Wherever I go, by day or by night, he"s always there, standin" before me, and drivin" me under the Patriarch."
There was a pause of some duration. The judge resumed.
"So be it, then," said he with a sort of suppressed sigh. "We"ll see the body to-day, Bob, and you may come to-morrow at ten o"clock."
"Couldn"t it be sooner?" asked Bob impatiently.
"Why sooner? Are you in such a hurry?" asked Mr Heart.
"What"s the use of palaverin"?" said Bob sulkily. "I told you already I"m sick of my life. If you don"t come till ten o"clock, by the time you"ve had your talk out and ridden to the Patriarch, the fever"ll be upon me."
"But we can"t be flying about like a parcel of wild geese, because of your fever," said the procurador.
"Certainly not," said Bob humbly.
"It"s an ugly customer the fever, though, Mr Whyte," observed Mr Trace; "and I calculate we ought to do him that pleasure. What do you think, Squire?"
"I reckon he"s rather indiscreet in his askin"s," said the judge, in a tone of vexation. "However, as he wishes it, and if it is agreeable to you," added he, turning to the Ayuntamiento; "and as it"s you, Bob, I calculate we must do what you ask."
"Thankee," said Bob.
"Nothing to thank for," growled the judge; "and now go into the kitchen and get a good meal of roast beef, d"ye hear?" He knocked upon the table. "Some good roast beef for Bob," said he to a negress who entered; "and see that he eats it. And get yourself dressed more decently, Bob--like a white man and a Christian, not like a wild redskin."
The negress and Bob left the room. The conversation now turned upon Johnny, who appeared, from all accounts, to be a very bad and dangerous fellow; and after a short discussion, they agreed to lynch him, in backwoodsman"s phrase, just as coolly as if they had been talking of catching a mustang. When the men had come to this satisfactory conclusion, they got up, drank the judge"s health and mine, shook us by the hand, and left the room and the house.
The day pa.s.sed more heavily than the preceding one. I was too engrossed with the strange scene I had witnessed to talk much. The judge, too, was in a very bad humour. He was vexed that a man should be hung who might render the country much and good service if he remained alive. That Johnny, the miserable, cowardly, treacherous Johnny should be sent out of the world as quickly as possible, was perfectly correct, but with Bob it was very different. In vain did I remind him of the crime of which Bob had been guilty--of the outraged laws of G.o.d and man--and of the atonement due. It was no use. If Bob had sinned against society, he could repair his fault much better by remaining alive than by being hung; and as to anything else, G.o.d would avenge it in his own good time.
We parted for the night, neither of us convinced by the other"s arguments.
We were sitting at breakfast the next morning, when a man, dressed in black, rode up to the door. It was Bob, but so metamorphosed that I scarcely knew him. Instead of the torn and bloodstained handkerchief round his head, he wore a hat; instead of the leathern jacket, a decent cloth coat. He had shaved off his beard too, and looked quite another man. His manner had altered with his dress; he seemed tranquil and resigned. With a mild, submissive look, he held out his hand to the judge, who took and shook it heartily.
"Ah, Bob!" said he, "if you had only listened to what I so often told you! I had those clothes brought on purpose from New Orleans, that, on Sundays at least, you might look like a decent and respectable man. How often have I asked you to put them on, and come with us to meeting, to hear Mr Bliss preach? There is some truth in the saying, that the coat makes the man. With his Sunday coat, a man often puts on other and better thoughts. If that had been your case only fifty-two times in the year, you"d have learned to avoid Johnny before now."
Bob said nothing.
"Well, well! I"ve done all I could to make a better man of you--all that was in my power."
"That you have," answered Bob, much moved. "G.o.d reward you for it!"
I could not help holding out my hand to the worthy judge; and as I did so, I thought I saw a moisture in his eye, which he suppressed, however, and, turning to the breakfast table, bade us sit down. Bob thanked him humbly, but declined, saying that he wished to appear fasting before his offended Creator. The judge insisted, and reasoned with him, and at last he took a chair.
Before we had done breakfast, our friends of the preceding day began to drop in, and some of them joined us at the meal. When they had all taken what they chose, the judge ordered the negroes to clear away, and leave the room. This done, he seated himself at the upper end of the table, with the Ayuntamiento on either side, and Bob facing him.
"Mr Whyte," said the Alcalde, "have you, as procurador, anything to state?"
"Yes, Alcalde," replied the procurador. "In virtue of my office, I made a search in the place mentioned by Bob Rock, and there found the body of a man who had met his death by a gunshot wound. I also found a belt full of money, and several letters of recommendation to different planters, from which it appears that the man was on his way from Illinois to San Felipe, to buy land of Colonel Austin, and settle in Texas."
The procurador then produced a pair of saddle-bags, out of which he took a leathern belt stuffed with money, which he laid on the table, together with the letters. The judge opened the belt, and counted the money. It amounted to upwards of five hundred dollars in gold and silver. The procurador then read the letters.
One of the corregidors now announced that Johnny and his mulatto had left their house and fled. He, the corregidor, had sent people in pursuit of them, but as yet there were no tidings of their capture. This piece of intelligence seemed to vex the judge greatly, but he made no remark on it at the time.
"Bob Rock!" cried he.
Bob stepped forward.
"Bob Rock, or by whatever other name you may be known, are you guilty or not guilty of this man"s death?"
"Guilty!" replied Bob, in a low tone.
"Gentlemen of the jury, will you be pleased to give your verdict?"
The jury left the room. In ten minutes they returned.
"Guilty!" said the foreman.
"Bob Rock," said the judge solemnly, "your fellow-citizens have found you guilty; and I p.r.o.nounce the sentence--that you be hung by the neck until you are dead. The Lord be merciful to your soul!"
"Amen!" said all present.