Back to Mexico
"Hist! Silence!" It was Tamba's voice again which came from the top of
the wall, and at the sound Roger halted. Already his hands had grasped
the cotton rope which had been thrown to him, and he was in the act of
clambering up when he heard the warning.
"Come quickly! I hear men about! Climb for your life!"
This time Tamba leaned over till it seemed that he must lose his balance
and topple to the ground. He jerked at the rope, and Roger began to
clamber up as rapidly as he could, though he found that a soft cotton
affair of this description was not the easiest thing to make one's way
up. However, at length he arrived, and the faithful native dragged him
on to the top of the wall.
"Lie flat, my lord," he whispered. "I still hear voices and men walking,
and I am nervous of interference. There! Listen to that! The Spaniards
are about."
Roger did as he was told, and squeezed his huge proportions as close to
the top of the wall as he could. And as he lay there and listened,
rollicking laughter came to his ear. Men were passing down the main
street of Tlascala, and they were Spaniards. They were in excellent
spirits too, for their laughter filled the air, while one of the band
set up some popular refrain, and his comrades joined in whenever he came
to the chorus, swelling the sound till the town rang with it.
"Invaders who have been having a merry night," thought Roger. "They have
been dining together and drinking success to their coming expedition.
Ah! There are others."
He lifted his head and listened to the hoarse voice of some other
Spaniard coming from the far end of the street, and soon learned that it
was the sentry stationed opposite the quarters of Fernando Cortes.
"To bed!" the man called out. "Stop your noise and get to your quarters,
or there will be trouble. The general has retired this three hours and
more, and he will not thank you for awaking him when he has to be out so
early. Get home and be silent."
The crash of his clumsy arquebus could be heard as he brought the stock
to the ground, while Roger noted that the merrymakers still went on with
their song, though their voices were now less noisy than before. They
passed the sentry, chaffing him as they went, and then, when they had
increased their distance from the headquarters, shouted at the top of
their voices. But soon the noise died down, and not a sound broke the
silence. It was time to move again. Roger turned to Tamba.
"The others?" he asked. "Where is Teotlili, and what preparations has he
made?"
"He is outside, my lord," was the answer. "He is waiting till you have
come to him, when he will attempt the other rescue. We have a dozen
ropes with us, and those will be sufficient to pass all the prisoners
out. There are thirty-four in all, so that they should be able to climb
within a few minutes. If there is an alarm, my lord will be safe
outside, and can escape. That is Teotlili's arrangement."
"But it will not suit me," whispered Roger. "Have my comrades been
warned? For if not, they will be too surprised to take advantage of the
opportunity. Or they may think that it is a ruse on the part of the
Spaniards. Who knows? They will certainly feel suspicious. I will go
down to them, and then send them up. But one moment. How many men are
there outside?"
Tamba waited a few seconds, calculating the number before he answered.
"Three hundred, perhaps," he said. "They came to our help eagerly, and
they hung on the tracks of the men who made you a captive. They have
sworn to rescue you. For your friends they do not care so much, though
Teotlili will be glad to have them also. You are the main reason for our
being here--the only reason, in fact."
"What preparations have been made for flight?" demanded Roger, in low
tones. "Quick, Tamba, for we must not delay."
"None," was the quick reply. "None that I am aware of. We were to effect
a rescue, and then cut across to Mexico direct. We should be there soon
after dawn on the morrow."
"Not if we do not take precautions to hoodwink these people," thought
our hero. "If there is no alarm, all the better for us, and we shall
reach Mexico safely. But supposing there is some noise, and this attempt
is discovered, we shall be pursued and shall be taken. There are
thousands of natives in this town."
"And a hundred thousand outside," whispered Tamba. "The country swarms
with them."
For a minute or more there was silence. Then Roger again addressed
Tamba.
"Drop the ropes into the compound where the prisoners are," he said with
decision. "Then go to Teotlili. Give him this message. He is to send a
hundred of his natives to the far end of the town at once--I mean to the
end opposite to that from which we shall escape. If they hear an alarm
they are to shout and rush at any of the native allies of the Spanish
that they may see. They are to attract attention to themselves, and then
are to disappear in the darkness. The remainder will divide themselves
up into four bodies, and each one will take an equal number of my
comrades. They will march away at once, and make for Mexico. They will
endeavour to keep together, but if there is an alarm they are to
separate, and each body is to make the best of its way to safety. Do you
understand? Then go at once. I will give you a few minutes to give the
message, and Teotlili sufficient time to make the arrangements. Then I
shall go to my friends, and commence to send them up to you."
Tamba would have remonstrated, and attempted to dissuade his master, but
Roger cut him short.
"You heard?" he demanded peremptorily. "Then go at once. We must not
delay."
They crept along the top of the wall till they had passed the spot
where the dividing wall of the prisons was met. There Roger found that
the ropes had been made fast from the outside, where he fancied he could
see a number of dark figures, while a couple of other ropes were
attached to wooden pegs silently driven into the top of the walls, and
giving sufficient hold to bear the weight of a man descending by the
rope. In fact, all was in readiness for the attempt, and if no alarm
were raised all would be well. If the sentry discovered the attempted
escape the town would be alive within a short while, and Roger guessed
that many of his countrymen would be taken. Then death would follow
swiftly.
"Teotlili should have made his preparations now," he said to himself,
when some three minutes had passed, noticing that many dark figures were
flitting to and fro at the base of the wall. "And here comes Tamba. It
is time that I was moving. But I will wait for Tamba to tell me where
the prisoners are sleeping."
A minute later the native was beside him, breathing heavily after his
rapid climb.
"The hundred have gone to their hiding-place," he said. "They have a
leader, and he has the orders. The remainder are now divided and ready.
These people are wonderful at obeying directions, and the darkness does
not confuse them. Now, master, I will tell you where these other
prisoners are. They sleep round the walls on mats, just as you were
pretending to do, and some will be directly below. We hear that they
have already made an attempt at escape, and that they were nearly
successful. But the Spaniards raised an alarm, and they were all taken.
Would it not be as well for me to descend?"
He asked the question simply, and waited eagerly for Roger's answer, for
he had clambered back to his side with express orders from Teotlili.
"Send my lord down to me if possible," the latter had said; "then, if
there is an alarm, I can hurry him away to safety. Do not let him risk
his life for these other men."
"You will wait here," answered our hero, shortly. "If you went down they
would take you for a Tlascalan, and there would be an outcry, perhaps.
They will know me. I speak English, you see. Besides, there is Philip,
and Sir Thomas knows my voice. Now let me get to the rope. In a minute I
will send the first man up."
He grasped the rope firmly, and tried its strength. Then he swung
himself over the edge of the wall and slid to the ground below. Arrived
in the prison, he stood still for some seconds, for the darkness was
very dense. Then gradually he was able to make out the outlines of the
place, and saw a number of dark figures lying round the walls. One was
within a couple of yards of him, and he crept towards the man. Then he
kneeled beside him, and touched his arm, while he placed his hand over
his mouth. The man sat up with a start, and made frantic efforts to get
his mouth free. He kicked desperately, and would have shouted out in his
terror had not Roger suddenly whispered in his ear--
"Beware that you do not make a sound or give the alarm," he said
swiftly. "I am Roger de Luce, and I have friends outside. Silence, man,
or I will stun you!"
His voice assumed a sterner tone, and he clung to the figure, his hand
tightly clasped about the mouth. And it was as well that he had taken
that precaution, for this happened to be Peter Tamworth, the little
sailor with the enormous nose, who had obtained possession of the disc,
and his nerves were none of the best. Capture by the Spaniards and fear
of execution or of torture had unhinged his courage, for the little
sailor had been a dashing fighter. However, this sudden awakening was
almost too much for him, and had it not been for our hero's precaution
he would have destroyed every chance of escape.
"Silence!" repeated Roger. "Now, sit up, and lead me to Sir Thomas, and
afterwards to Philip. Come, man, do not act as if you were dazed. I am
alive, and not a ghost; and I have friends here who are come to help us
all. Sit up! Now lead the way."
Time was of the utmost importance, and so earnest was Roger that this
delay fretted him. Peter still peered at him through the gloom, and
shook like a leaf. He made no effort to rise, but sat there on his mat,
gaping and shivering. Roger took him promptly by the shoulders, and with
a heave raised him to his knees.
"Crawl to Sir Thomas," he whispered hoarsely, "and stop shaking. You are
not hurt, man, and I am no spirit. Come, do as I bid."
The stern tones and Roger's well-known voice brought Peter Tamworth to
his senses at length, and he went along beside the wall on hands and
knees till he arrived at a figure some yards away.
"This is he," he said in a whisper. "Better that I should wake him. He
thinks that you are dead."
Bending over the leader of the expedition which had proved so
disastrous, Peter shook him gently and spoke in his ear, with the result
that within a few seconds the commander of the brigantine was kneeling
beside Roger, gripping his hand till the bones almost cracked.
"Something told me that you would come to our help, and that you still
lived," he said hoarsely. "What is your news? Are we to go now?"
"At once," was the answer. "Peter can wake the men while you climb. Go
at once, please, and then there will be no waiting for the others."
He led the commander to the dangling rope, and called softly to Tamba
above. Then he hoisted Sir Thomas on his shoulders, and gave him such a
start that he was easily able to reach the top of the wall. By that time
Peter had roused some of the men, and they came along, singly and in
couples, all on tiptoe, and all eager to get away from the Spaniards.
"'Twas nigh a hanging matter when we made the attempt some few days
ago," said Philip, as he came to Roger's side and spoke to him in
tremulous tones which told of his joy at their meeting. "If we are taken
now it will be our end."
"Then you will not be taken," answered Roger, curtly. "I was ordered to
be hanged at dawn to-morrow. I will fight till I am killed rather than
submit to these Spaniards. But silence! You will ruin everything. Come,
do not delay."
It was wonderful to see the meek manner in which all, from Sir Thomas
downward, obeyed their young comrade. They clambered up the rope in
silence, and dropped to the other side, wondering what was to happen
next. And there they waited for the young giant who had so suddenly and
unexpectedly come to their aid.
"What next?" demanded Sir Thomas, when at length all had left the
prison, and he had counted their numbers to make sure that none remained
behind. "Now, Sir Giant, you are our commander, and we look to you for
orders. What are they?"
"Divide into four parties at once," said Roger, peremptorily. "Let Peter
and Philip take one group each, while you take a third, Sir Thomas. I
will lead the other. Now, you will be joined by natives, and they will
lead you. If there is trouble, you are each to go with your own lot of
natives, for we could never pass across the country together. Now,
hurry, please, and silence!"
There was need for his warning, for the men had commenced to chatter
together, some wishing to go with particular friends. However, at
Roger's voice they separated, and silently grouped themselves. Then
Teotlili gave vent to a curious hissing sound between his tongue and his
teeth, and natives filed about the groups.
"We will lead, my lord," he said, coming to Roger's side. "The others
will go to either side once we are out of the town. Now, let us be
moving."
"Hark! I heard something!" whispered Roger, suddenly. "Listen now! Men
are moving, and that was a weapon being loaded!"
The metallic ring of a ramrod crushing a charge into a barrel came to
their ears, but exactly from what quarter was not certain. It was
followed by a similar sound, and was repeated on several occasions.
"Let the men move. Tell them to separate, and run as soon as possible,"
whispered Roger. "The Spaniards must have got news of the attempt. Ah!
there goes their signal!"
Suddenly the silence of the night was broken by the roar of an arquebus,
while from some point high up amongst the houses came the flash of the
ponderous weapon, lighting up the walls of Tlascala and the natives and
Englishmen grouped at their base. The next instant all was pitch dark
again, but there was no longer silence. A roar of angry voices filled
the air, and a loud command was given in Spanish. It was followed by a
sharp fusillade, which caused Roger and his friends to scatter, and
struck some of them to the ground. A moment later a shout at the far end
of the town told that the hundred men sent there were obeying
instructions.
"Time to go," said Roger to Teotlili. "Separate, and do as I have said,"
he shouted out at the top of his voice. "Whatever you do, separate."
Some one took him by the arm, and he hurried off into the darkness. But
he was by no means alone, for Teotlili was on one side and Tamba close
on the other, while a strong body of men followed closely.
"Trust yourself to us," said Teotlili. "We know the ground well, and are
accustomed to moving in the dark. Now, let us run, my lord, for in a
little while the enemy will discover the ruse, and will come after us."
They set off at a run, but had gone only a little way before shouts in
front told that the enemy were there also.
"This way, my lord," whispered Teotlili. "Now, come at your swiftest
pace. Ah, our friends are doing their work well, and will give us a
little time, perhaps. We must make the most of their help."
By now the town of Tlascala and its surroundings was in an uproar, the
first shot from the arquebus having been followed by a fusillade, and
afterwards by dropping shots which were aimed haphazard into the crowd.
Then shouts resounded from every side, Spanish and English and the Aztec
tongues being mixed. Indeed, the combatants were all close together,
hardly knowing where were friends or foes. But thanks to the care which
Teotlili and his men had taken to get their bearings, the parties were
able to make off in the darkness, and with the exception of a few
meetings with the enemy, who were easily brushed aside, contrived to get
away from the town.
"The horse!" said Teotlili, when he and Roger, with Tamba close behind,
and their escort of natives had gone some little way; "I heard their
trumpet-call, and there is the neigh of the animals. If they follow we
shall be overtaken, for these strange animals travel quickly."
"On smooth ground," gasped Roger. "But we will lead on to rough ground
if they come in our direction. Is there not a wood somewhere near?"
"There is a big one a mile from this," was the answer. "We shall be
there in a little while."
"Then let us go at our fastest pace," cried Roger. "Once within the wood
we can defy them."
After that there was silence, the men running as swiftly as possible.
Indeed, they could have gone even faster had it not been for the white
friend whom they escorted. For though Roger's recent experiences had
sharpened his powers of perception, he was no match for these Aztecs,
who seemed to be able to find their way about as well by night as during
the day. They avoided obstacles over which our hero would have stumbled,
and many a time did Teotlili and Tamba, with a word or a touch on the
arm, draw him to one side in time to escape a fall.
"My lord is different," whispered Tamba, as if to excuse his
interference. "We, who are forest bred, or used to travel at night, see
where he cannot see. Press on, and we will look to your safety. I hear
the horsemen."
There was no doubt that the Spanish horsemen had saddled and galloped
after the group which included their last prisoner, he who was to be
hanged on the following morning, and probably their allies had been able
to put them on that track. They came at a quick trot now, and Roger
could distinctly hear the jingle of their accoutrements, and the
stamping of the horses' feet, for the cavalry wisely kept to the road.
Soon, however, they were forced to move from it, for the line of flight
taken by Teotlili and his men led across country. A little later he
turned to Roger with a cry of relief.
"The wood," he said. "It extends for some miles, and then opens into a
bare country. Shall we make through it in the direction of Mexico?"
"And be caught at the other end," answered Roger, gasping for breath
after the long run. "Let us reach its shelter first, and then we can
decide."
A few minutes later the trees shadowed them, and they crept amongst the
trunks, the noble leading the way till the whole band had disappeared
into the forest. Then he halted, the same curious sound came from his
lips, and the party came to a stop, all throwing themselves on the
ground.
"We are safe for a time," he said, coming to Roger's side, where the
latter had thrown himself on the grass. "This wood extends some miles in
the direction of Mexico, as I have already said, and if we push on we
shall reach the farthest fringe before the dawn comes. Shall we do that,
or have you better counsel to give?"
Roger thought for a little while before he ventured to answer.
"The wood extends some miles," he said at length. "Then the horsemen
could not surround the whole?"
"But the footmen could. They have allies sufficient to cover every foot
of the ground, my lord."
"At Tlascala they have," answered Roger, coolly, while he still gasped
for breath. "They have the allies there in abundance, we all know. But
the horsemen will arrive alone, and it will be long before the footmen
follow. Will they not rather chase the other parties, leaving us to the
Spanish horse?"
The question was an important one, and Teotlili was quick to decide it.
"I cannot say for certain," he said; "but it is more than likely that
the horsemen alone are in chase. Give me a little while, and I can speak
with full knowledge."
He rose to his feet and strode across to the men, all of whom were
seated listening, and none showing much sign of distress, for these
Aztecs were always in wonderful condition. Then he gave an order, and a
dozen of the natives rose and disappeared from view.
"They will be back before long," said Teotlili, "and they will be able
to say for certain if the horsemen are alone. If they are, what do you
propose?"
That too was a difficult question to answer, and for a little longer
Roger lay on the grass, his head buried in his hands. Suddenly he turned
to Teotlili.
"Have the men the courage to attack the horsemen?" he asked. "You are
sure of that?" he went on, as Teotlili gave him an emphatic reply. "Then
I have a little plan. These horsemen will be here within a little while,
and much will depend on their captain's discretion. But if he hears us
in the wood it is likely that he will dismount his men and send them in,
leaving a small escort to guard the horses. Then this is the way in
which we will act. When we hear the horses we will creep towards them,
and then will induce the men to enter by breaking branches, and making
so much noise as to lead them to think that we are forcing our way
through the forest. If we hear the order given to dismount, we will
creep to the very edge of the wood, while a dozen of our men will go on
as before, luring the Spaniards in. Once they have gone some hundred
paces we will attack the escort, kill them and scatter the horses. Then,
don't you see, these horsemen will be no better than ourselves."
"They will be dismounted, and they will be in the forest, where we could
kill every man easily," said Teotlili, with an exclamation of delight.
"But we have no time for that. We must lure them in, and then escape. I
will give the necessary instructions, and we will be ready to make for
the edge of the wood as soon as we hear the enemy."
A little later the dull tramp of horses was heard, and one of the scouts
came back with the information that the cavalry were close at hand,
picking their way carefully over the rough ground. A few seconds later
another came to Teotlili with the report that the horsemen were entirely
alone, and that none of the native allies could be seen or heard.
"Then we can move," said the noble. "The horsemen are coming towards us
from this side, and if we creep to the edge of the wood we shall be near
enough to make an attack. Come, my lord, I will lead you as before."
"And I will give the signal for the attack and will head the men,"
whispered Roger. "Let them shout at my signal and rush out. There must
be no delay. Warn them not to be frightened of the horses; they are
nervous beasts which can be easily managed."
All was now silence in the forest, and as they crept to the edge, the
edge by which they had come, voices in the distance could be heard, and
of a sudden there was a loud command.
"These Mexicans seem to have sunk out of sight, doubtless in the forest.
Halt! Now listen!"
"Stop!" called out Roger, softly, and at his voice all came to a halt.
"Now, if only our men will begin to make as much commotion as
possible, our plan may act."
"They will begin within a minute," whispered Teotlili. "I will send a
man back to them."
It was wonderful the manner in which these Aztecs obeyed his orders.
All, in fact, seemed to possess unusual intelligence, and it wanted only
a few words of explanation to send them on some special mission. And so
Teotlili had hardly spoken before a man was running swiftly back to the
twelve comrades who had been left farther in. Then came the crash of
breaking branches, and the noise which would be made by a band of men
escaping blindly through a wood at night, escaping at such a pace, and
so fearfully, that they did not look where they went, and took no
precaution to avoid noise.
"Ha! the dogs make sounds which are as easy to follow as a bell!"
exclaimed the same Spanish voice. "We will after them. Dismount. Now,
let a dozen mount guard over the horses. The remainder follow me into
the forest."
Again there was the jingle of spur and lance, the clatter of men's boots
on rocky ground. Horses neighed, and many kicked, so that other sounds
were almost drowned. Not those, however, from the depths of the forest.
The crash of branches could still be heard, though dying away gradually.
"They are increasing their distance. Will you men take hours to
dismount? Come, hasten, and let us get after them," shouted the eager
commander of the Spaniards. "Now, all follow me, and we will take this
Englishman, and kill those who have helped in his escape."
There was a babel of shouts. Men bellowed at one another as they swung
themselves from their saddles. Then, showing considerable confusion in
the darkness, the Spaniards managed to select a guard for their horses,
while the greater number followed their commander towards the forest.
When they had arrived at the edge, they halted to let stragglers come up
with them, and then dived into the dense shadow of the trees, passing
within a few feet of the spot where Roger and his friends lay. But the
Spaniards never suspected their presence there. Their attention was
wholly occupied by the shouts ahead, and by the noise of men forcing a
way through the underwood. They plunged on recklessly, and soon became
separated, shouting loudly to one another so as to keep in touch. The
moment had come for action. The Aztecs, who were helpless against
horsemen in the open, and, indeed, feared even a handful, could easily
outstrip any Spaniard if he were dismounted, and they now prepared to
carry out the bold attempt planned by Roger. They crept from the shadows
till the stamping of the horses told that they were near at hand. Then
Roger rose to his full height, and drew his sword from his belt.
"Charge!" he shouted. "Cut them down, and then collect again. Follow
me!"
He ran forward towards the spot where the horses were stationed, and
threw himself upon the Spaniards, a dozen of whom were gathered there.
An arquebus flashed in his face, and the contents roared past his ear,
but he never paused till he had come to close quarters.
"Throw down your arms and surrender!" he shouted. Then, seeing that the
Spaniards meant to fight, he parried a blow aimed at him, and, raising
his sword, struck the Spaniard over the head with such force that the
man fell to the ground like a log. Then he engaged another, and was
gradually driving him backward, when a dark figure leapt on the man from
behind and dragged him to the earth. A moment later Tamba rose to his
feet, dagger in hand, while the scuffling which had been going on all
round suddenly ceased.
"That is the last, master," he said. "Listen to the men in the forest."
"Time to be moving away," said Roger, calmly. "Collect the men. Where is
Teotlili?"
"Here," came the answer from close at hand. "I had to fight fiercely. I
thought the man was dead, but he struggled for long, and held me. He is
silent now. What are my lord's orders?"
"Listen to the Spaniards," said Roger. "They have heard the sound of the
conflict, and are returning. We must be going. Collect here, and then
cut the reins of the horses. Better still, give me a dagger, Tamba, and
I will perform the task, for I am used to the animals. I will return in
a few moments."
He went off to the horses, and passing fearlessly amongst them, had soon
cut through the bridles of every one. In addition, he slit the leather
of the stirrups, letting the irons drop to the ground.
"That is done," he said, when he had returned. "Now, let all shout and
wave their arms."
At once a chorus of screams and shrill whistles sounded, while the men
ran forward to the horses, waving their weapons over their heads. Roger
took up a few stones and hurled them at the animals, and these, with
the strange sounds, and the numbers of figures moving in the darkness,
so startled the Spaniards' horses that they commenced to move. One, the
mount which had been ridden by the commander, reared up into the air,
and gave vent to a loud squeal of terror. Then he lashed out his heels
and bolted. The remainder were quickly in full flight, followed by the
shouts of the Mexicans and by a shower of stones.
[Illustration: "THE REMAINDER WERE QUICKLY IN FULL FLIGHT"]
"Now we will go," said Roger, in tones of satisfaction, "and I place
myself in your hands again, Teotlili. You know the way; lead me to
Mexico."
"One moment, my lord," was the answer; "I will call the other men."
The Mexican lord put his fingers to his lips and sent a shrill whistle
across the forest trees. It was answered from the far distance almost at
once.
"They have done well," he said. "I gave them orders to lead on into the
forest till the Spaniards were after them. Then they were to cut to the
right, to get close to the edge of the trees. They were then to await my
whistle, and after that to cut out to us. We can go now, my lord, and I
think that we should meet with little more trouble."
He made his signal again, and at once the whole party set off at a quick
run--a pace which any one of the Mexicans could keep up for hours
together. For they were trained to this exercise, and made exceedingly
mobile foot soldiers. As the party left the neighbourhood of the forest,
they were followed by the angry shouts and by the fire of the Spaniards.
But they took no notice of either, and after a little while left them
behind.
"We can go at an easier pace now," said Teotlili. "My lord is not used
to running far, and the exercise exhausts him. I will give the order."
Early on the following morning, as the light became sufficiently strong
for them to see, they caught sight of Mexico in the distance, and at
once relaxed their pace. They had been running and walking fast
alternately for a long while, and Roger was completely done up. The
wound which Alvarez had given him made running difficult, and he was
glad therefore when the time came when they could take matters easily.
"We are safe now," said Teotlili. "We will obtain a palanquin at the
first village, and have you carried in."
Roger accepted the proposal with alacrity, and a palanquin being
forthcoming, he was borne into the city of Mexico in state. Rumours of
his capture and of his escape had preceded him, and the populace turned
out in force to welcome their god of air.
"We greet you with joy," said the king, shaking his hand eagerly as he
emerged from the palanquin. "It was a sad day when we heard that you
were taken, particularly as we hear that the enemy march for Mexico
within a few hours. Rest now, and later we will parade all the crossbow
men and the men with lances, for there will be much to do to prepare for
the attack."
Two days later the outlying pickets of the Mexicans came into contact
with the Spaniards and their allies, and the first skirmish took
place--a skirmish which was merely the prelude to a long course of
bitter fighting in and around the city of Mexico.