THE JACAL.
The night was dark; the rain, driven by the wind lashed furiously;
the Río Sabina, swollen by the storm, rolled along its yellow, muddy
waters, which were filled with trunks of trees and fragments of every
description, with a lugubrious murmur. The town and camp were plunged
in gloomy silence, only interrupted at long intervals by the mournful
cry, "_Sentinela, alerta_," with which the sentries on the ramparts
and in the intrenchments called to each other. At times a vivid flash,
immediately followed by a deafening peal of thunder, lit up the horizon
with a fantastic and transient gleam; then all fell again into deeper
silence and more complete obscurity.
In a miserable jacal, built in the centre of the camp, which every gust
threatened to blow away, two men, seated in equipales, in front of a
table covered with maps and plans, were conversing by the light of a
smoking candle. The jacal was the headquarters of the Mexican army,
while the men were Padre Sandoval and Don Aníbal de Saldibar. Outside,
two sentries, wrapped up in their zarapés, were walking up and down
in front of the door, cursing the wind and rain in a low voice, while
several horses, saddled and fastened to pickets, were champing their
feet and pawing up the ground impatiently.
"You see, my friend," Don Pelagio was saying at the moment we introduce
the reader into the jacal, "everything favours us. Heaven is with us."
"Yes," the hacendero answered; "but, General Cárdenas is an old
soldier, accustomed to European warfare. I doubt whether he will let
himself be caught in this trap."
"You are a perfect St. Thomas, my friend," Don Pelagio continued, "and
doubt is your essence. The ruse I have invented is too simple for the
general not to be caught in it. For the last two days my spies have
prepared him by clever reports to fall into the trap we are setting for
him; and, moreover, I count upon an omnipotent ally."
"An ally?" Don Aníbal asked, curiously. "Who is he?"
"The general's immense pride," the priest replied with a smile. "You
cannot imagine how this haughty man suffers at being held at bay like a
wild beast in its den by enemies whom he despises; be certain that he
will eagerly seize the opportunity to chastise us."
"Hum!" the hacendero said, but slightly convinced.
"Come," the other continued gaily; "there you are again with your
monstrous doubt. If pride fails us, my friend, we have ambition."
"What do you mean?"
"The general only came to America to regain his ruined fortunes and
compromised reputation. The treaty signed between General Iturbide and
the Viceroy--a treaty which, between ourselves, will not be ratified
by the cabinet of the Escurial--offers him a splendid chance. A battle
would restore hope to the Spaniards; momentarily re-establish the
affairs of Ferdinand VII.; will make the king regard General Cárdenas
as an indispensable man; will permit him to aspire to the highest
dignities, and perhaps succeed O'Donojú. Do you now understand me?"
"Yes, yes. You have thoroughly studied human passions, and nothing
escapes your infallible glance; but, perhaps, you have let yourself be
carried too far."
"¿Quién sabe?" Don Pelagio said gently; then he suddenly changed the
conversation. "You have received no news from Barrio?"
"None; which leads me to hope that all is well; were it otherwise, Don
Melchior or Sotavento would have come to warn me."
"You know, my friend, that I have several times remarked to you that
you place too great confidence in that man."
"I have ever found him faithful and devoted."
"You think so; but take care. You know that I am rarely deceived in my
appreciations. Now, I am convinced this man deceives, and is playing a
long studied part."
"My dear friend, several persons have said to me what you are now
stating. I have watched the man with the greatest care, and never
has anything suspicious in his conduct justified the unjust doubts
entertained about him."
"Heaven grant that he may always be so, my friend; and that you may not
be aroused, at the moment when you least expect it, from your imprudent
slumber by a thunderclap."
At the same instant a dazzling flash shot athwart the sky, and the
thunder burst forth furiously. The two men, involuntarily struck by
this strange coincidence, remained for a moment dumb and amazed,
listening to the alarm cries of the sentries as they challenged each
other in the darkness, and feeling their hearts contracted by an
undefinable sadness.
"It is, perchance, a warning from heaven," Don Pelagio muttered in a
low voice.
"Oh! I cannot believe it," the hacendero replied, as he passed his hand
over his damp forehead.
The general rose.
"Come," he said, as he looked out, "that thunderclap is the last effort
of the tempest, and the sky seems growing clearer. We shall have a
splendid day tomorrow."
"At what hour do you intend starting, General?" the hacendero asked him.
Don Pelagio looked at his watch.
"It is half past ten," he said; "the camp will not be completely
evacuated till midnight. We will set out at two o'clock, with the few
men I have selected."
"In that case, with your permission, I will retire and sleep till the
hour for departure."
"Do so, my friend; but mind and be here again at half past one."
"That is settled, General."
The two gentlemen shook hands affectionately, and Don Aníbal walked
towards the door of the jacal. Just as he was going, the noise of
several horses could be heard.
"_¿Quién vive?_" the sentry challenged.
"_Méjico e independencia,_" a voice replied, which Don Aníbal fancied
he recognized.
"_¿Qué gente?_" the soldier continued.
"El Coronel Don Aurelio Gutiérrez."
"Let him come in, let him come in," the general shouted.
"_Pase Vd: adelante,_" the sentry said.
"Stay here," Don Pelagio said to the hacendero. "This unexpected
visitor doubtless brings us valuable news."
The horsemen dismounted; their heavy spurs could be heard clanking on
the saturated ground, and five men entered the jacal. Four remained at
the door, half hidden by the darkness, and the fifth alone walked up to
the general. It was Don Aurelio.
"How comes it, Colonel," the general asked him quickly, without leaving
him time to speak, "that you are here, instead of remaining at the post
I assigned you?"
Don Aurelio bowed respectfully to his chief.
"General," he replied, "I have strictly obeyed the orders you were
pleased to give me. The division you placed under my command is at
its post; but I thought it my duty myself to lead to you these four
persons, who came to my main guard, and requested to be immediately
brought into your presence."
"Ah!" the general continued, taking an inquiring glance at the
strangers, whom the darkness prevented him from recognizing. "Who are
they?"
"They will tell you themselves, General. Now that my task is
accomplished, permit me to retire and return to my post."
"Go, señor. Perhaps it would have been better had you not left it."
The colonel made no reply, but bowed and went out. Almost immediately
after he could be heard riding away at a gallop. There was a momentary
silence, during which Don Pelagio carefully examined the four persons
still standing motionless. At length he decided on addressing them.
"Come hither, señores," he said, "and be good enough to tell me who you
are."
Only two advanced. When they reached the lighted portion of the jacal,
they dropped the corner of the zarapé which covered the lower part of
their faces, and at the same moment doffed their vicuña hats, the broad
brims of which fell over their eyes.
"The Canadian!" Don Aníbal exclaimed, with a start of surprise.
"Count de Melgosa?" Don Pelagio said, no less astonished.
The newcomers were really Oliver Clary and the count.
"It seems as if you did not expect us, General," the Canadian said
gaily.
"On my word I did not," Don Pelagio replied, as he held out his hand
to both. "I did not expect either of you; but you are not the less
welcome."
"Thanks," said the count.
"Why, I thought you were dead, Señor Clary," the priest continued.
"Well," the Canadian said, "it was touch and go. You simply sent me to
a wild beast. But, no matter; I managed to get out of his clutches."
"All the better. But you must require rest. Who are the persons
accompanying you?"
"One is a confidential peon of mine; the other a prisoner whom Señor
Don Olivero took," the count answered.
"Yes, yes," said the hunter; "we will talk about that scamp presently."
"To what fortunate accident may I attribute your presence here, Señor
Conde?"
"A wish to see you, caballero."
"Ah, ah!" the general said, with a piercing glance, "Has grace fallen
on you at last?--will you at length consent to join us? It would be a
great pleasure to us, Señor Conde."
"You are nearer the truth than you suppose, Señor Padre," the count
replied with a smile. "I am not on your side, as you pretend to
suppose; but, on the other hand, I am no longer opposed to you; I have
sent in my resignation, and, in one word, am neutral for the present."
"That is a bad position, Conde."
"Perhaps so, señor; but, for the present, I wish to keep it. Moreover,
to be frank, I will confess that I have come more especially to see Don
Aníbal."
"Me?" the hacendero exclaimed, as he stepped forward.
"Yes, my friend; but before I explain to you the cause of my coming,
allow Señor Don Olivero to report to your chief the way in which he
carried out the mission confided to him."
"Very good," the hacendero answered, as he fell back a step.
"Come, speak, Colonel," Father Sandoval said.
"Am I still a colonel?" the hunter asked.
"Hang it, as you are not dead, I see no reason why you should not be,
especially as I am extremely pleased with your lieutenant, Moonshine,
and your cuadrilla has done me eminent services."
"In that case, all is well," the hunter said joyfully, as he snapped
his fingers, and coquettishly twisted his light moustache.
After this outburst of joy, the hunter began his narrative, to which
the general listened with the deepest attention. When he came to the
carrying off the papers, Don Pelagio interrupted him.
"Have you those papers with you?" he asked eagerly.
"Here they are," the hunter answered, as he drew them from the pocket
into which he had stuffed them, and laid them on the table.
The general seized them, and going up to the candle, carefully perused
them.
"Oh!" he exclaimed, with a sudden outburst, "I was not mistaken; all
is really as I foresaw; now I have him, and he will not escape me.
Colonel, you performed your mission as a man of heart and intellect. I
shall remember it at the first opportunity. Now go on," he added, as he
carefully placed the papers in his bosom.
"Well," the hunter gaily remarked, "it seems that I made a better haul
than I supposed."
"You could not be more lucky."
"All the better then. What you say to me, General, causes me the
greater pleasure, because I shall probably have to ask a favour of you
ere long."
"It is granted beforehand, if it depends on me."
"On you absolutely, General; moreover, it is a service I wish to render
Don Aníbal de Saldibar, your friend."
"Render me?" the hacendero exclaimed, in surprise.
"Yes, you, señor."
The count laid a finger on his lip, to recommend silence to Don Aníbal.
The latter, surprised at his friend's gesture, was silent, as if
involuntarily; but he suffered from a secret anxiety caused by this
mystery, an explanation of which he racked his brains in vain to find.
The hunter continued his narrative.
"As I had the honour of telling you, General, we left the Hacienda del
Río in the morning. Our horses, fatigued by a long ride, only advanced
with difficulty, and we were ourselves exhausted by the heat; moreover,
it was already late, and the hour for the halt had arrived. At this
moment I noticed a cave close by, and proposed to the count that we
should rest in it, to which he assented. I entered this grotto, and
after exploring it thoroughly, made my comrades a sign to join me.
This cave, which was very large, formed several galleries. Forgive
me, General, for entering into these details, which may appear to you
prolix, but they are indispensable."
"Go on, Colonel; I am listening with the most lively interest," the
general answered, though in his heart he wished the Canadian at the
deuce.
"We consequently established ourselves as best we could, with our
horses, in one of the most retired galleries. My comrades and the
Señor Conde himself yielded to sleep, and I confess that I was about
to follow their example, when suddenly the sound of footsteps very
near the spot where we were cachéed, made me prick up my ears, and
drove away my sleep. I lay down on the ground, and crawled cautiously
in the direction of the noise I had heard. I was not mistaken; we were
no longer alone in the cavern; a man had entered it, and that man was
an Indian. I recognized this fact by his dress, for he had his back
turned to me. After placing on the ground a rather large bundle, this
Indian looked cautiously around him. I held my breath for fear of being
discovered, so greatly did this man puzzle me. At length, feeling
convinced that he was quite alone, and no one could see him, he took
all his clothes off, and darted out of the cavern like a startled deer.
I could not comprehend it at all, and was not far from taking the man
for a lunatic; but, when I saw him return, his paint had disappeared;
he had merely plunged into the river to wash himself. When he was dry,
he dressed himself again, but not in the same clothes, but in others he
took out of the bundle he had laid on the ground when he came in. But
then a singular thing occurred--my Indian of just now was metamorphosed
into a Mexican!"
"What?" the general and the hacendero exclaimed in surprise, "A
Mexican?"
"A Mexican," the hunter continued calmly; "and more extraordinary
still, this Mexican I recognized so well that I could not restrain a
cry of surprise. He heard me, and turned round with a start. Doubt was
no longer possible. This Indian was Señor Don Aníbal's majordomo."
"Sotavento!" the hacendero exclaimed.
"Ah, ah!" said the general, "Go on, my friend. What did you do then?"
"On my word, General, seeing that I was discovered, I bounded upon
him. I am free to confess that he did not seem at all anxious to be
taken, for he offered a desperate resistance; but, thank goodness, I
am tolerably strong, and in spite of all his efforts, I succeeded in
mastering him, and brought him here, because his conduct appeared to me
extremely suspicious, and the Señor Conde and myself wished to clear up
certain suspicions which had occurred to us with reference to him. That
is all I have to say to you, General."
The hunter ceased, apparently very pleased at having got so well
through so long and difficult a narrative.