When War Paint realized what had happened, she sought out Camilla and spoke with great affection:
"Poor little child! Tell me how all this happened."
Camilla"s eyes were red from weeping.
"He lied to me! He lied! He came to the ranch and he told me, "Camilla, I came just to get you. Do you want to go away with me?" You can be sure I wanted to go with him; when it comes to loving, I adore him.
Yes, I adore him. Look how thin I"ve grown just pining away for him.
Mornings I used to loathe to grind corn, Mamma would call me to eat, and anything I put in my mouth had no taste at all."
Once more she burst into tears, stuffing the corner of her ap.r.o.n into her mouth to drown her sobs.
"Look here, I"ll help you out of this mess. Don"t be silly, child, don"t cry. Don"t think about the dude any more! Honest to G.o.d, he"s not worth it. You surely know his game, dear? ... That"s the only reason why the General stands for him. What a goose! ... All right, you want to go back home?"
"The Holy Virgin protect me. My mother would beat me to death!"
"She"ll do nothing of the sort. You and I can fix things. Listen! The soldiers are leaving any moment now. When Demetrio tells you to get ready, you tell him you feel pains all over your body as though someone had hit you; then you lie down and start yawning and shivering. Then put your hand on your forehead and say, "I"m burning up with fever."
I"ll tell Demetrio to leave us both here, that I"ll stay to take care of you, that as soon as you"re feeling all right again, we"ll catch up with them. But instead of that, I"ll see that you get home safe and sound."
VIII
The sun had set, the town was lost in the drab melancholy of its ancient streets amid the frightened silence of its inhabitants, who had retired very early, when Luis Cervantes reached Primitivo"s general store, his arrival interrupting a party that promised great doings.
Demetrio was engaged in getting drunk with his old comrades. The entire s.p.a.ce before the bar was occupied. War Paint and Blondie had tied up their horses outside; but the other officers had stormed in brutally, horses and all. Embroidered hats with enormous and concave brims bobbed up and down everywhere. The horses wheeled about, prancing; tossing their restive heads; their fine breed showing in their black eyes, their small ears and dilating nostrils. Over the infernal din of the drunkards, the heavy breathing of the horses, the stamp of their hoofs on the tiled floor, and occasionally a quick, nervous whinny rang out.
A trivial episode was being commented upon when Luis Cervantes came in.
A man, dressed in civilian clothes, with a round, black, b.l.o.o.d.y hole in his forehead, lay stretched out in the middle of the street, his mouth gaping. Opinion was at first divided but finally all concurred with Blondie"s sound reasoning. The poor dead devil lying out there was the church s.e.xton.... But what an idiot! His own fault, of course! Who in the name of h.e.l.l could be so foolish as to dress like a city dude, with trousers, coat, cap, and all? Pancracio simply could not bear the sight of a city man in front of him! And that was that!
Eight musicians, playing wind instruments, interrupted their labors at Cervantes" command. Their faces were round and red as suns, their eyes popping, for they had been blowing on their bra.s.s instruments since dawn.
"General," Luis said pushing his way through the men on horseback, "a messenger has arrived with orders to proceed immediately to the pursuit and capture of Orozco and his men."
Faces that had been dark and gloomy were now illumined with joy.
"To Jalisco, boys!" cried Blondie, pounding on the counter.
"Make ready, all you darling Jalisco girls of my heart, for I"m coming along too!" Quail shouted, twisting back the brim of his hat.
The enthusiasm and rejoicing were general. Demetrio"s friends, in the excitement of drunkenness, offered their services. Demetrio was so happy that he could scarcely speak. They were going to fight Orozco and his men! At last, they would pit themselves against real men! At last they would stop shooting down the Federals like so many rabbits or wild turkeys.
"If I could get hold of Orozco alive," Blondie said, "I"d rip off the soles of his feet and make him walk twenty-four hours over the sierra!"
"Was that the guy who killed Madero?" asked Meco.
"No," Blondie replied solemnly, "but once when I was a waiter at "El Monico," up in Chihuahua, he hit me in the face!"
"Give Camilla the roan mare," Demetrio ordered Pancracio, who was already saddling the horses.
"Camilla can"t go!" said War Paint promptly.
"Who in h.e.l.l asked for your opinion?" Demetrio retorted angrily.
"It"s true, isn"t it, Camilla? You were sore all over, weren"t you? And you"ve got a fever right now?"
"Well--anything Demetrio says."
"Don"t be a fool! say "No," come on, say "No,"" War Paint whispered nervously into Camilla"s ear.
"I"ll tell you, War Paint.... It"s funny, but I"m beginning to fall for him.... Would you believe it!" Camilla whispered back.
War Paint turned purple, her cheeks swelled. Without a word she went out to get her horse that Blondie was saddling.
IX
A whirlwind of dust, scorching down the road, suddenly broke into violent diffuse ma.s.ses; and Demetrio"s army emerged, a chaos of horses, broad chests, tangled manes, dilated nostrils, oval, wide eyes, hoofs flying in the air, legs stiffened from endless galloping; and of men with bronze faces, ivory teeth, and flashing eyes, their rifles in their hands or slung across the saddles.
Demetrio and Camilla brought up the rear. She was still nervous, white-lipped and parched; he was angry at their futile maneuver. For there had been battles, no followers of Orozco"s to be seen. A handful of Federals, routed. A poor devil of a priest left dangling from a mesquite; a few dead, scattered over the field, who had once been united under the archaic slogan, RIGHTS AND RELIGION, with, on their b.r.e.a.s.t.s, the red cloth insignia: Halt! The Sacred Heart of Jesus is with me!
"One good thing about it is that I"ve collected all my back pay," Quail said, exhibiting some gold watches and rings stolen from the priest"s house.
"It"s fun fighting this way," Manteca cried, spicing every other word with an oath. "You know why the h.e.l.l you"re risking your hide."
In the same hand with which he held the reins, he clutched a shining ornament that he had torn from one of the holy statues.
After Quail, an expert in such matters, had examined Manteca"s treasure covetously, he uttered a solemn guffaw.
"h.e.l.l, Your ornament is nothing but tin!"
"Why in h.e.l.l are you hanging on to that poison?" Pancracio asked Blondie who appeared dragging a prisoner.
"Do you want to know why? Because it"s a long time since I"ve had a good look at a man"s face when a rope tightens around his neck!"
The fat prisoner breathed with difficulty as he followed Blondie on foot; his face was sunburnt, his eyes red; his forehead beaded with sweat, his wrists tightly bound together.
"Here, Anastasio, lend me your la.s.so. Mine"s not strong enough; this bird will bust it. No, by G.o.d, I"ve changed my mind, friend Federal: think I"ll kill you on the spot, because you are pulling too hard.
Look, all the mesquites are still a long way off and there are no telegraph poles to hang you to!"
Blondie pulled his gun out, pressed the muzzle against the prisoner"s chest and brought his finger against the trigger slowly ... slowly....
The prisoner turned pale as a corpse; his face lengthened; his eyelids were fixed in a gla.s.sy stare. He breathed in agony, his whole body shook as with ague. Blondie kept his gun in the same position for a moment long as all eternity. His eyes shone queerly. An expression of supreme pleasure lit up his fat puffy face.
"No, friend Federal," he drawled, putting back his gun into the holster; "I"m not going to kill you just yet.... I"ll make you my orderly. You"ll see that I"m not so hardhearted!"
Slyly he winked at his companions. The prisoner had turned into an animal; he gulped, panting, dry-mouthed. Camilla, who had witnessed the scene, spurred her horse and caught up with Demetrio.
"What a brute that Blondie is: you ought to see what he did to a wretched prisoner," she said. Then she told Demetrio what had occurred.