"Good morning to you, Fortunata. How are you?"
"All right. But Maria Antonia"s got the curse today and her belly"s aching something fierce."
She sat Indian-fashion, with bent knees, huddling hip to hip against Panchita.
"I"ve got no laurel leaves, honey," Remigia answered, pausing a moment in her work to push a mop of hair back from over her sweaty forehead.
Then, plunging her two hands into a ma.s.s of corn, she removed a handful of it dripping with muddy yellowish water. "I"ve none at all; you"d better go to Dolores, she"s always got herbs, you know."
"But Dolores went to Cofradia last night. I don"t know, but they say they came to fetch her to help Uncle Matias" girl who"s big with child."
"You don"t say, Panchita?"
The three old women came together forming an animated group, and speaking in low tones, began to gossip with great gusto.
"Certainly, I swear it, by G.o.d up there in heaven."
"Well, well, I was the first one to say that Marcelina was big with child, wasn"t I? But of course no one would believe me."
"Poor girl. It"s going to be terrible if the kid is her uncle"s, you know!"
"G.o.d forbid!"
"Of course it"s not her uncle: Nazario had nothing to do with it, I know. It was them d.a.m.ned soldiers, that"s who done it."
"G.o.d, what a b.l.o.o.d.y mess! Another unhappy woman!"
The cackle of the old hens finally awakened Demetrio. They kept silent for a moment; then Panchita, taking out of the bosom of her blouse a young pigeon which opened its beak in suffocation, said:
"To tell you the truth, I brought this medicine for the gentleman here, but they say he"s got a doctor, so I suppose--"
"That makes no difference, Panchita, that"s no medicine anyhow, it"s simply something to rub on his body."
"Forgive this poor gift from a poor woman, senor," said the wrinkled old woman, drawing close to Demetrio, "but there"s nothing like it in the world for hemorrhages and suchlike."
Demetrio nodded hasty approval. They had already placed a loaf of bread soaked in alcohol on his stomach; although when this was removed he began to be cooler, he felt that he was still feverish inside.
"Come on, Remigia, you do it, you certainly know how," the women said.
Out of a reed sheath, Remigia pulled a long and curved knife which served to cut cactus fruit. She took the pigeon in one hand, turned it over, its breast upward, and with the skill of a surgeon, ripped it in two with a single thrust.
"In the name of Jesus, Mary, and Joseph," Remigia said, blessing the room and making the sign of the cross; next, with infinite dexterity, she placed the warm bleeding portions of the pigeon upon Demetrio"s abdomen.
"You"ll see: you"ll feel much better now."
Obeying Remigia"s instructions, Demetrio lay motionless, crumpled up on one side.
Then Fortunata gave vent to her sorrows. She liked these gentlemen of the revolution, all right, that she did--for, three months ago, you know, the Government soldiers had run away with her only daughter. This had broken her heart, Yes, and driven her all but crazy.
As she began, Anastasio Montanez and Quail lay on the floor near the stretcher, their mouths gaping, all ears to the story. But Fortunata"s wealth of detail by the time she had told half of it bored Quail and he left the hut to scratch himself out in the sun. By the time Fortunata had at last concluded with a solemn "I pray G.o.d and the Blessed Virgin Mary that you are not sparing the life of a single one of those Federals from h.e.l.l," Demetrio, face to wall, felt greatly relieved by the stomach cure, and was busy thinking of the best route by which to proceed to Durango. Anastasio Montanez was snoring like a trombone.
X
"Why don"t you call in the tenderfoot to treat you, Compadre Demetrio,"
Anastasio Montanez asked his chief, who had been complaining daily of chills and fever. "You ought to see him; no one has laid a hand to him but himself, and now he"s so fit that he doesn"t limp a step."
But Venancio, standing by with his tins of lard and his dirty string rags ready, protested:
"All right, if anybody lays a hand on Demetrio, I won"t be responsible."
"Nonsense! Rot! What kind of doctor do you think you are? You"re no doctor at all. I"ll wager you"ve already forgotten why you ever joined us," said Quail.
"Well, I remember why you joined us, Quail," Venancio replied angrily.
"Perhaps you"ll deny it was because you had stolen a watch and some diamond rings."
"Ha, ha, ha! That"s rich! But you"re worse, my lad; you ran away from your hometown because you poisoned your sweetheart."
"You"re a G.o.dd.a.m.ned liar!"
"Yes you did! And don"t try and deny it! You fed her Spanish fly and..."
Venancio"s shout of protest was drowned out in the loud laughter of the others. Demetrio, looking pale and sallow, motioned for silence. Then, plaintively:
"That"ll do. Bring in the student."
Luis Cervantes entered. He uncovered Demetrio"s wound, examined it carefully, and shook his head. The ligaments had made a furrow in the skin. The leg, badly swollen, seemed about to burst. At every move he made, Demetrio stifled a moan. Luis Cervantes cut the ligaments, soaked the wound in water, covered the leg with large clean rags and bound it up. Demetrio was able to sleep all afternoon and all night. On the morrow he woke up happy.
"That tenderfoot has the softest hand in the world!" he said.
Quickly Venancio cut in:
"All right; just as you say. But don"t forget that tenderfoots are like moisture, they seep in everywhere. It"s the tenderfoots who stopped us reaping the harvest of the revolution."
Since Demetrio believed in the barber"s knowledge implicitly, when Luis Cervantes came to treat him on the next day he said:
"Look here, do your best, see. I want to recover soon and then you can go home or anywhere else you d.a.m.n well please."
Discreetly, Luis Cervantes made no reply.
A week, ten days, a fortnight elapsed. The Federal troops seemed to have vanished. There was an abundance of corn and beans, too, in the neighboring ranches. The people hated the Government so bitterly that they were overjoyed to furnish a.s.sistance to the rebels. Demetrio"s men, therefore, were peacefully waiting for the complete recovery of their chief.
Day after day, Luis Cervantes remained humble and silent.
"By G.o.d, I actually believe you"re in love," Demetrio said jokingly one morning after the daily treatment. He had begun to like this tenderfoot. From then on, Demetrio began gradually to show an increasing interest in Cervantes" comfort. One day he asked him if the soldiers gave him his daily ration of meat and milk; Luis Cervantes was forced to answer that his sole nourishment was whatever the old ranch women happened to give him and that everyone still considered him an intruder.
"Look here, Tenderfoot, they"re all good boys, really," Demetrio answered. "You"ve got to know how to handle them, that"s all. You mark my words; from tomorrow on, there won"t be a thing you"ll lack."