The orchestra struck up a raucous march as though they were playing at a bullfight. The soldiers roared with joy.
"What fine tripe, General; I swear I haven"t tasted the like of it in all my life," Blondie said, as he began to reminisce about "El Monico"
at Chihuahua.
"You really like it, Blondie?" responded Demetrio. "Go ahead, call for more, eat your bellyful."
"It"s just the way I like it," Anastasio chimed in. "Yes, I like good food! But nothing really tastes good to you unless you belch!"
The noise of mouths being filled, of ravenous feeding followed. All drank copiously. At the end of the dinner, Luis Cervantes rose, holding a champagne gla.s.s in one hand, and said:
"General..."
"Ho!" War Paint interrupted. "This speech-making business isn"t for me; I"m all against it. I"ll go out to the corral since there"s no more eating here."
Presenting Demetrio with a black velvet-covered box containing a small bra.s.s eagle, Luis Cervantes made a toast which no one understood but everyone applauded enthusiastically. Demetrio took the insignia in his hands; and with flushed face, and eyes shining, declared with great candor:
"What in h.e.l.l am I going to do with this buzzard!"
"Compadre," Anastasio Montanez said in a tremulous voice. "I ain"t got much to tell you...."
Whole minutes elapsed between his words; the cursed words would not come to Anastasio. His face, coated with filth, unwashed for days, turned crimson, shining with perspiration. Finally he decided to finish his toast at all costs. "Well, I ain"t got much to tell you, except that we are pals...."
Then, since everyone had applauded at the end of Luis Cervantes"
speech, Anastasio having finished, made a sign, and the company clapped their hands in great gravity.
But everything turned out for the best, since his awkwardness inspired others. Manteca and Quail stood up and made their toasts, too. When Meco"s turn came, War Paint rushed in shouting jubilantly, attempting to drag a splendid black horse into the dining room.
"My booty! My booty!" she cried, patting the superb animal on the neck.
It resisted every effort she made until a strong jerk of the rope and a sudden lash brought it in prancing smartly. The soldiers, half drunk, stared at the beast with ill-disguised envy.
"I don"t know what the h.e.l.l this she-devil"s got, but she always beats everybody to it," cried Blondie. "She"s been the same ever since she joined us at Tierra Blanca!"
"Hey, Pancracio, bring me some alfalfa for my horse," War Paint commanded crisply, throwing the horse"s rope to one of the soldiers.
Once more they filled their gla.s.ses. Many a head hung low with fatigue or drunkenness. Most of the company, however, shouted with glee, including Luis Cervantes" girl. She had spilled all her wine on a handkerchief and looked all about her with blue wondering eyes.
"Boys," Blondie suddenly screamed, his shrill, guttural voice dominating the mall, "I"m tired of living; I feel like killing myself right now. I"m sick and tired of War Paint and this other little angel from heaven won"t even look at me!"
Luis Cervantes saw that the last remark was addressed to his bride; with great surprise he realized that it was not Demetrio"s foot he had noticed close to the girl"s, but Blondie"s. He was boiling with indignation.
"Keep your eye on me, boys," Blondie went on, gun in hand. "I"m going to shoot myself right in the forehead!"
He aimed at the large mirror on the opposite wall which gave back his whole body in reflection. He took careful aim....
"Don"t move, War Paint."
The bullet whizzed by, grazing War Paint"s hair. The mirror broke into large jagged fragments. She did not even so much as blink.
IV
Late in the afternoon Luis Cervantes rubbed his eyes and sat up. He had been sleeping on the hard pavement, close to the trunk of a fruit tree.
Anastasio, Pancracio and Quail slept nearby, breathing heavily.
His lips were swollen, his nose dry and cold. There were bloodstains on his hands and shirt. At once he recalled what had taken place. Soon he rose to his feet and made for one of the bedrooms. He pushed at the door several times without being able to force it open. For a few minutes he stood there, hesitating.
No--he had not dreamed it. Everything had really occurred just as he recalled it. He had left the table with his bride and taken her to the bedroom, but just as he was closing the door, Demetrio staggered after them and made one leap toward them. Then War Paint dashed in after Demetrio and began to struggle with him. Demetrio, his eyes white-hot, his lips covered with long blond hairs, looked for the bride, in despair. But War Paint pushed him back vigorously.
"What the h.e.l.l is the matter with you? What the h.e.l.l are you trying to do?" he demanded, furious.
War Paint put her leg between his, twisted it suddenly, and Demetrio fell to the ground outside of the bedroom. He rose, raging.
"Help! Help! He"s going to kill me!" she cried, seizing Demetrio"s wrist and turning the gun aside. The bullet hit the floor. War Paint continued to shriek. Anastasio disarmed Demetrio from behind.
Demetrio, standing like a furious bull in the middle of the arena, cast fierce glances at all the bystanders, Luis Cervantes, Anastasio, Manteca, and the others.
"G.o.dd.a.m.n you! You"ve taken my gun away! Christ! As if I needed any gun to beat the h.e.l.l out of you."
Flinging out his arms, beating and pummeling, he felled everyone within reach. Down they rolled like tenpins. Then, after that, Luis Cervantes could remember nothing more. Perhaps his bride, terrified by all these brutes, had wisely vanished and hidden herself.
"Perhaps this bedroom communicates with the living room and I can go in through there," he thought, standing at the threshold. At the sound of his footsteps, War Paint woke up. She lay on the rug close to Demetrio at the foot of a couch filled with alfalfa and corn where the black horse had fed.
"What are you looking for? Oh, h.e.l.l, I know what you want! Shame on you! Why, I had to lock up your sweetheart because I couldn"t struggle any more against this d.a.m.ned Demetrio. Take the key, it"s lying on that table, there!"
Luis Cervantes searched in vain all over the house.
"Come on, tell me all about your girl."
Nervously, Luis Cervantes continued to look for the key.
"Come on, don"t be in such a hurry, I"ll give it to you. Come along, tell me; I like to hear about these things, you know. That girl is your kind, she"s not a country person like us."
"I"ve nothing to say. She"s my girl and we"re going to get married, that"s all."
"Ho! Ho! Ho! You"re going to marry her, eh? Trying to teach your grandmother to suck eggs, eh? Why, you fool, any place you just manage to get to for the first time in your life, I"ve left a hundred miles behind me, see. I"ve cut my wisdom teeth. It was Meco and Manteca who took the girl from her home: I knew that all the time. You just gave them something so as to have her yourself, gave them a pair of cuff links ... or a miraculous picture of some Virgin.... Am I right? Sure, I am! There aren"t so many people in the world who know what"s what, but I reckon you"ll meet up with a few before you die!"
War Paint got up to give him the key but she could not find it either.
She was much surprised. Quickly, she ran to the bedroom door and peered through the keyhole, standing motionless until her eye grew accustomed to the darkness within. Without drawing away, she said: "You d.a.m.ned Blondie. Son of a b.i.t.c.h! Come here a minute, look!"
She went away laughing.
"Didn"t I tell them all I"d never seen a smarter fellow in all my life!"
The following morning, War Paint watched for the moment when Blondie left the bedroom to feed his horses....
"Come on, Angel Face. Run home quick!"