Influenced by such ideas, no wonder that with feverish ardour he rushed over the hundred leagues that separated Mexico from Oajaca; and it was for this reason he was willing to risk the danger of perishing in the flood rather than not reach the Hacienda las Palmas, on the evening he had appointed to be there.
It may be mentioned that in sending back the messenger of his father, he had charged the man to call at the hacienda of Las Palmas and inform its proprietor of his--Don Rafael"s--intention to demand there the hospitality of a night. Having calculated the exact time he might be occupied on his journey, he had named the day, almost the very hour, when he might be expected. Without knowing the importance which the young dragoon attached to this visit, Don Mariano was but too gratified to have an opportunity of showing politeness to the son of a gentleman who was at the same time his neighbour and friend.
With regard to the sentiments of Gertrudis, they are already known to the reader. What would not Don Rafael have given to have been equally well acquainted with them! Ah! could he have known the secret pleasure with which his arrival was expected--the ardent prayers, and that sacrificial vow registered in his favour, at the moment when he was struggling with danger--could he have known all this, it would have at once put an end to his melancholy!
At this time the insurrection was just beginning to make some stir at Oajaca. On throwing off the mask, Hidalgo had despatched secret agents to the different provinces of Mexico, in hopes that they might all join in the _grito_ already p.r.o.nounced by him in Valladolid. The emissaries sent to Oajaca were two men named Lopez and Armenta; but both, having fallen into the hands of the government authorities, were beheaded on the instant, and their heads, raised upon poles, were exposed upon the great road of San Luis del Rey, as a warning to other insurgents.
This rigorous measure had no effect in r.e.t.a.r.ding the insurrection.
Shortly after, a ranchero, named Antonio Valdez, raised the standard of independence, and, at the head of a small _guerilla_ of country-people, commenced a war of retaliation. Many Spaniards fell into his hands; and their blood was spilled without mercy: for in this sanguinary manner did the Mexican revolution commence; and in such fashion was it continued.
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE.
THE HONEST MULETEER.
On the same day in which the student of theology arrived at the Hacienda las Palmas, and about four o"clock in the afternoon--just after the hour of dinner--the different members of the family, along with their guests, were a.s.sembled in one of the apartments of the mansion. It was the grand _sala_ or reception room, opening by double gla.s.s doors upon a garden filled with flowering plants, and beautiful shade trees.
Two individuals, already known to the reader, were absent from this reunion. One was the student himself, who, notwithstanding that he was now in perfect security, had so delivered himself up to the remembrance of the dangers he had encountered while reclining under his terrible dais of tigers and serpents, that he had been seized with a violent fever, and was now confined to his bed.
The other absentee was Marianita, who, on pretext of taking a look at the great ocean of waters--but in reality to ascertain whether the bark of Don Fernando was not yet in sight--had gone up to the _azotea_.
Don Mariano, with that tranquillity of mind, which the possession of wealth usually produces--a.s.suring the rich proprietor against the future--was seated in a large leathern _fauteuil_, smoking his cigar, and occasionally balancing himself on the hind legs of the chair.
Beside him stood a small table of ornamental wood, on which was placed a cup of Chinese porcelain containing coffee. It was of the kind known among Spanish-Americans as _cafe de siesta_; on the principle, no doubt, _lucus a non lucendo_: since it is usually so strong that a single cup of it is sufficient to rob one of the power of sleep for a period of at least twenty-four hours.
In the doorway opening into the garden stood Don Rafael, who appeared to be watching the evolutions of the parroquets, amidst the branches of the pomegranates, with all the interest of a naturalist.
Though his countenance was calm, his heart was trembling at the thought of the _entretien_ he had proposed on bringing about.
Gertrudis, with head inclined, was seated near by, occupied with the embroidery of one of those scarfs of white cambric, which the Mexican gentlemen are accustomed to wear over their shoulders, after the fashion of the Arab burnouse, to protect them from the too fierce rays of the sun.
Despite the tranquil silence of the haciendado, at intervals a cloud might have been observed upon his brow; while the pale countenance of Don Rafael also exhibited a certain anxiety, belying the expression of indifference which he affected.
The spirit of Gertrudis in reality was not more calm. A secret voice whispered to her that Don Rafael was about to say something; and that same voice told her it was some sweet prelude of love. Nevertheless, despite the quick rush of her Creole blood, and the sudden quivering that rose from her heart to her cheeks, she succeeded in concealing her thoughts under that mask of womanly serenity which the eye of man is not sufficiently skilful to penetrate.
The only individual present whose countenance was in conformity with his thoughts, was the _arriero_--Don Valerio Trujano.
With hat in hand, and standing in front of the haciendado, he had come to say _adios_, and thank Don Mariano for the hospitality his house had afforded him.
To that easy gracefulness of manners common to all cla.s.ses in Spanish-America, there was united in the person of the _arriero_ a certain imposing severity of countenance, which, however, he could temper at will by the aid of a pair of eyes of mild and benevolent expression.
Notwithstanding that his social position was not equal to that of his host--for Mexico had not yet become republican--Valerio Trujano was not regarded as an ordinary guest either by Don Mariano or his daughters.
Independent of his reputation for honesty beyond suspicion--for profound piety as well--which he enjoyed throughout the whole country, he possessed other high qualities that had ent.i.tled him to universal esteem. The generosity and courage which he had exhibited on the preceding evening--when a.s.sisting a stranger at the risk of his own life--had only added to the great respect already entertained for him by the inmates of the Hacienda las Palmas.
Although the dragoon officer had in some measure requited the service, by afterwards s.n.a.t.c.hing the _arriero_ from the jaws of the devouring flood, he did not on that account feel a whit less grateful. Neither did Gertrudis, who with her thoughts of love had already mingled her prayers for him, who had a just t.i.tle to be called the saviour of Don Rafael"s life.
The man, Valerio Trujano, whose nature at a later period became immortalised by the siege of Huaj.a.pam, was at this time about forty years of age; but his fine delicate features, overshadowed by an abundance of glossy black hair, gave him the appearance of being much younger.
"Senor Don Mariano," said he, on coming into the presence of the haciendado, "I have come to bid _adios_, and thank you for your hospitality."
"What!" exclaimed Don Mariano, "surely you are not going to leave us so soon? No, no."
Gertrudis at the same time expressed her unwillingness that he should depart.
"I must leave you, Don Mariano," answered the _arriero_. "The man who has business to attend to is not always his own master. When his heart impels him to turn to the right, his affairs often carry him to the left. He who is _in debt_, is still less master of himself."
"You owe a sum of money, then?" said Don Rafael, interrogatively, at the same time advancing towards the _arriero_ and offering him his hand.
"Why could you not have told me of this? Whatever be the amount, I--"
"Ah! _cavallero_," interrupted Trujano, with a smile, "it is a bad plan to borrow from one for the purpose of paying another. I could not think of accepting a loan. It is not from pride, but a sense of duty that I decline your generous offer; and I hope you will not be offended. The sum I owe is not a very heavy one--a few hundred dollars. Since it has pleased G.o.d that my mules should find a shelter in the stables of Don Mariano, and thus escape the inundation, I can now take the road through the mountains to Oajaca, where the money I shall receive for my _recua_ will, I hope, entirely clear me from debt."
"What!" cried Don Mariano, in a tone of surprise, "do you talk of selling your mules--the only means you have of gaining your livelihood?"
"Yes," modestly replied the muleteer, "I intend selling them. I do so in order that I may be able to go where my vocation calls me. I should have gone already; but being in debt up to this time, my life belonged to my creditors rather than to myself, and I had not the right to expose it to danger."
"To expose your life?" interrogated Gertrudis, with an accent that bespoke her interest in the brave man.
"Just so, Senorita," responded the _arriero_. "I have seen the heads of Lopez and Armenta exposed upon the high road of San Luis del Rey. Who knows but that my own may soon figure beside them? I speak openly,"
continued Trujano, looking round upon his audience, "and as if before G.o.d. I know that my host, no more than G.o.d himself, would betray a secret thus confided to him."
"Of course not," rejoined Don Mariano, with an air of hospitable simplicity such as characterised the earlier ages. "But here," he continued, "we are one and all of us devoted to the cause of our country"s liberty; and we shall pray for those who aid her in obtaining it."
"We shall do more than that," said Tres-Villas in his turn; "we shall lend our help to her. It is the duty of every Mexican who can wield a sword and ride a horse."
"May all those who raise an arm in favour of Spain!" cried Gertrudis, her eyes flashing with patriotic enthusiasm, "may they be branded with infamy and disgrace! may they find neither a roof to shelter them, nor a woman to smile upon them! may the contempt of those they love be the reward of every traitor to his country!"
"If all our young girls were like you," said Trujano, looking gratefully towards Gertrudis, "our triumph would soon be attained. Where is the man who would not be proud to risk his life for one smile of your pretty lips, Senorita, or one look from your beautiful eyes?"
As the _arriero_ said this, he glanced significantly towards the young officer. Gertrudis hung her head, happy at hearing this homage rendered to her beauty in presence of the man in whose eyes she alone cared to appear beautiful.
After a pause Trujano continued: "_Dios y Libertad_! (G.o.d and Liberty!) that is my motto. Had I been in a condition sooner to take up the cause of my country, I should have done so--if only to restrain the excesses that have already sullied it. No doubt you have heard of them, Senor Don Mariano?"
"I have," replied the haciendado; and the shadow that at that moment pa.s.sed over his brow told that the news had troubled him.
"The blood of innocent Spaniards has been shed," continued the muleteer, "men who had no ill-will towards our cause; and, shame to say, the only one in this our province who now carries the banner of the insurrection is the worthless wretch, Antonio Valdez."
"Antonio Valdez!" cried Don Rafael, interrupting him. "Do you mean Valdez, a _vaquero_ of Don Luis Tres-Villas--my father?"
"The same," replied Don Mariano. "May it please G.o.d to make him remember that his master always treated him with kindness!"
The air of uneasiness with which Don Mariano p.r.o.nounced these words did not escape Don Rafael.
"Do you think, then," said he, in a tone that testified his alarm, "do you think that my father, whose liberal opinions are known to every one, is in any danger from the insurgents?"
"No, I hope not," replied Don Mariano. "Senor Valerio," said Don Rafael, turning to interrogate the _arriero_; "do you know how many men this fellow, Antonio Valdez, may have under his command?"