"We"re used to Indians," said Adan, with gentle pride.
"Oh, be ye? Well, if them Indians had caught you fryin" your supper, you"d have got as well acquainted with the next world in just about three quarters of an hour. Well, we"ve all got to foot it now; but it ain"t far. I"m powerful anxious to know what"s goin" on over to Sanchez"! Mebbe two tribes met and them"s the victors offerin" up the tail end of that there valiant army. Golly Moroo, but they did look scared."
They walked on rapidly, but without further conversation; they were all hungry, and the boys were still very f.a.gged. As they approached the blazing ma.s.s, the figure seemed to leap more wildly still among the flames, the cries to grow hoa.r.s.er and more grotesque. All about was heavy blackness. The slender branches of the burning pine writhed and hissed; they might have been a pyramid of rattlesnakes caught in spouting flame. Overhead the stars had disappeared beyond a heavy cloud of smoke. It was a sight to strike terror to the heart of civilised man; small wonder that the superst.i.tious children of the mountain and desert had fled in panic.
They had advanced a few yards farther when suddenly Hill flung himself on the ground and gave vent to a series of hysterical yells, at the same time rolling over and over, clutching at the gra.s.s. Roldan, seriously alarmed, and wondering if any other boys in the history of the Californias had ever had so much to try their nerves, ran to his a.s.sistance; he caught him by his lean shoulders, and shook him soundly.
"Don Jim! Don Jim!" he exclaimed. "Are you ill, my friend? You have some whisky in your flask, no?"
At this Hill burst into a loud guffaw. Roldan and Adan looked at each other helplessly. The Spanish do not laugh often, and although the boys dimly realised that Hill"s explosion resembled--remotely--the dignified concession of their race to the ridiculous, yet they feared that this was a diseased and possibly fatal variety.
But in a moment Hill sat up. He wiped his eyes, and with some difficulty controlled his voice.
"No, I ain"t ill, young "uns," he said. "But them Indians "ud be pretty sick if they knowed what they run from. That there object cavortin"
round that there bonfire is old Sanchez, and he"s drunk. Oh, Lord!" And once more Hill gave way to mirth.
"He did more good than harm to get drunk this time," said Roldan, smiling sympathetically.
"You"re right, Rolly. You"ve got a long head. If old Sanchez had set down to supper sober to-night, there"d be a war-dance round another bonfire this minute, and his scalp "ud be bobbin" bravely. I don"t approve of liquor," he added cautiously, remembering the young ideas shooting before him. "I only said that there be exceptions to all rules, and this is one of them."
"I understand," said Roldan, drily. "I am not thinking of following the Senor Sanchez" example. But do you suppose that was really what frightened the Indians?"
"Just. Well, I guess! They"ve probably got some idee of the devil, and they thought that was him, sure "s fate."
He sprang to his feet, ran forward, caught the baccha.n.a.lian about the shoulders, and rushed him in the direction of the dimly-looming house, throwing one of his own long legs into the air every now and again. The boys ran after. When they reached the house its master was extended on a settee in the living-room, and Hill was telling the tale of their narrow escape to the frightened household.
"I don"t think they"ll come back," he said in conclusion. "But it"s jest as well to have your guns ready, and for one or two of ye to set up all night. We three"d like grub and beds as quick as you kin git "em ready."
Never had beds felt so sweet as they did that night. The boys awoke refreshed, themselves again; and no Indians had returned to disturb their slumbers.
XXIV
Hill met them as they entered the living-room. His eyes were full of news.
"Well, boys," he said, "I don"t know that you"re in fur another adventure, but ye kin call it by that name when you git home if you like; leastways there ain"t no doubt about it"s bein" an experience."
The boys forgot the waiting breakfast. "What is it?" they demanded simultaneously. "Quick! quick!"
"It"s this. I don"t suppose you know more about the history of your country "n most kids do. Well, Alvarado and General Castro are your two big men--"
"We know that," interrupted Roldan, scornfully.
"Oh, you do? Then mebbe you know who"se govenor at the present moment."
"Micheltorena. He was sent from Mexico. People don"t like him, and they despise the men he brought with him, still more."
"So. Well, I allus did say you was a remarkable kid, Rolly. However, this is the way the case stands now. Alvarado"s mad as hops to be ousted for a furriner, so to speak, and Castro"s been bilin" fur some time, because General Vallejo"s been promoted ahead of him. So the two on "em determined on a revolution. They had a skirmish on Salinas plains that didn"t decide much, and then Alvarado and Castro marched south, from ranch to ranch,--you just levanted in time,--persuadin" the rancheros to uphold their cause and give "em their sons. As they have a way with "em, of course they got all the recruits they wanted, to say nothin" of the finest horses in stock--caponara after caponara. They say the sight when they marched into Los Angeles was somethin" to go hungry for. Of course all Los Angeles went over to such triumphant lookin" rebels, and to-day or to-morrow there"s goin" to be a big battle. I only heard this mornin". Old Sanchez" brother come post haste about two hours ago fur his gun and as many men and horses as he could drum up. Of course Alvarado marched down the coast valleys, so old Carillo and his neighbours are eatin" their breakfast in blissful ignorance."
"And shall we really see a great battle?" demanded Roldan, faintly. He was pale, his nostrils were twitching, "Alvarado! Castro! Micheltorena!"
"Well, you kin, if you bolt that there breakfast. The horses"ll be here in about twenty minutes, and a battle"s somethin" I"m pinin" to see, too."
The boys ate their breakfast rapidly and in silence. A half hour later they were galloping furiously for Los Angeles, escorted by the equally enthusiastic Hill. The river was low and quiet. The horses swam it without let from tide or snag. Even Adan forgot to cross himself.
Beyond was the high hill that lies directly to the north of Los Angeles. Its surface seemed in motion; it looked like a huge ant-hill.
"Them"s women," said Hill, a few moments after they had left the river behind them. "Women and children. The fight must be on. Hist! Do you hear that?"
All three reined in. The sound of cannonading, distant but distinct, came to their ears. Without a word they lashed their mustangs and made for the city. They entered it in a few moments. It looked like a necropolis. Not a human being was to be seen. They spurred back to the hill and began the ascent, then paused for a few moments. It was a wild and tragic scene. Hundreds of women and children, their hair streaming in the high wind, were kneeling with uplifted crosses, praying aloud, when they were not weeping. A few men, Americans, were pa.s.sing to and fro among them, administering encouragement; but their gaze also was directed anxiously to the north.
Hill dismounted and approached one of the Americans, conferred with him a moment, then returned to the impatient boys.
"They are fightin" in the San Fernando valley, three leagues to the north," he said. "We"ve got no time to lose."
They were less than an hour reaching the battlefield. During that hour Roldan scarcely knew how he felt. When he left the hacienda he was possessed by an intense curiosity only; but with that first dull boom something new and fierce had leapt to life within him. Every few moments his fingers moved round to the hip-pocket that held his pistols. The weeping women and children had made him quiver from head to foot. As they approached the battlefield, and powder-smoke mingled with the green fragrance of winter, he thought that his nostrils would burst. His ear-drums were splitting with the thunder of cannon.
Suddenly Hill caught him by the arm.
"Look!" he cried. "There be Alvarado and Castro over there, and Micheltorena on t" other side. Ain"t they magnificent specimens? Why, what"s the matter?"
"Let me go!" said Roldan. His face was deeply flushed, his eyes blazed.
"Come, Adan! come, Adan!" he shouted. "An Alvarado! an Alvarado!"
"Holy smoke!" cried Hill. "You don"t say you"re meanin" to fight after sweatin" fur a month to git clear of the hull business?"
But Roldan, grasping the bridle of the less enthusiastic Adan, was already far ahead. The boys rode straight into the melee, firing through the smoke until their ammunition was exhausted. Even Adan after the first few moments lost all sense of fear, and following Roldan"s example, s.n.a.t.c.hed the gun from a fallen soldier and fired and reloaded until his hands were blistered, and his eyes half sightless with smoke.
Roldan, obeying his dominant instinct, pushed his way rapidly to the front, attracting much attention. Some one recognised him, and during one of the many pauses of this not very systematic and furious battle some one cheered the little don. The cheer was taken up vociferously.
It boomed across the battlefield. A moment later a man came dashing across with a flag of truce: the cheering was supposed by the enemy to herald the advance of reinforcements. The truce was accepted without explanations, and Roldan was hurried into the presence of Alvarado.
That famous governor was sitting on a magnificent charger, caparisoned with carved leather, red velvet, silver, and gold. His black eyes were smiling, although the rest of his pale stern face was composed.
"So this is the runaway," he said. "I demanded you from your father, and he was much embarra.s.sed to confess that you had fled to escape the conscription. Well, I am glad you did, for you have saved the day for me. But it is time you were in Monterey, for you"ve got the face of the leader of men, and the sooner your education begins the better. Will you come with me? Your father will not refuse."
The blood was pounding in Roldan"s ears, but he managed to reply calmly that he would go.
He was then presented to General Castro, a man of fine military bearing, with cla.s.sic features, but dark and stern. His eyes were as sombre as Alvarado"s: doubtless both knew that their day would be short, their great gifts wasted in this far-away land, as remote from the great civilisations where lasting reputations are made as had it been on another planet.
He shook Roldan warmly by the hand, but he did not smile.
"Yes," he said, "it will be a pleasure to train you; and as you are young and malleable you will adapt yourself to the new order of things when it comes. Both Alvarado and I will write to your father; I am sure he will send you to us in Monterey."
And then they graciously dismissed him.
As the boys left the battlefield they came upon Hill, who was sitting on a hillock eating a sandwich. When Roldan had told his story the American replied:
"Shake! Rolly, you"ve got a heap o" genius, but you"ve got a durned sight more luck. You"ll git there--one way or nother--if the skies fall. And I wish ye luck, I do for a fact."
"Don Jim," said Roldan, gravely, "have you another sandwich? We are very hungry."