CINCINNATUS O'HAGAN
"I have an apology to make to you, senor," said Mollendo, as they sat at
dinner in his own little four-square apartment. "I perceive that I was
under a misapprehension when I ordered the arrest of your son. I can
never sufficiently lament my indiscretion, and beg that you will accept
the expression of my profound regret."
"I quite understand, senor," said Mr. O'Hagan, reflecting that the
indiscretion had cost him L250. "You party men find it difficult to
understand that an action may be dictated by other than party
considerations. My son helped Senor Fagasta because he's a man, not
because he's gobernador."
"His action does honour to his humanity as well as his courage," said
the courtly host. "In these circumstances I feel that it is
inconsistent with the honour of a caballero to take advantage of a
mistake, and I beg therefore that you will accept restitution of the sum
of money which I demanded of you, but to which I had no just claim."
"Your suggestion is only what I should have expected from a caballero of
your reputation, senor," said Mr. O'Hagan, politely adopting Mollendo's
formality of speech. Mollendo bowed. "But in the circumstances I
cannot do better than leave the money in your hands. And let me say
that I thoroughly approve of the use to which you will put it."
"My dear!" ejaculated Mrs. O'Hagan in English.
"I am going the whole hog now," replied her husband quietly.
She pressed her lips together, and listened nervously as the
conversation was resumed.
"I have made up my mind definitely to take sides with you," continued
Mr. O'Hagan. "Hitherto I have held aloof, as you know; but I have always
sympathised with your aims. You stand for political honesty and good
government. That is a motive that appeals to me as a citizen.
Personally, I have a strong inducement to support you; the Prefect has
stripped me of my estate. If you succeed, I shall retrieve my fortunes;
and in assisting you I shall not only consult my own interests, but do
something, I believe, for the good of the country in which I have lived
for so many years."
"A thousand thanks, senor," said Mollendo, his eyes beaming as he
clasped Mr. O'Hagan's hand. "I rejoice in your generosity, and hail the
approaching triumph of our cause. I remember how, in the brave days of
old, the Roman Cincinnatus was called from his farm to assume command of
the national forces; and how, within the space of sixteen days, he put
the enemy to utter rout and confusion. You, senor, shall be our
Cincinnatus. Caballeros," he cried, rising and addressing the motley
throng in the courtyard, "the Senor Ingles is one of us. He espouses
the cause of liberty; he will strike with us against the tyrant. I call
upon you to acclaim our honoured guest with hearty vivas, and to drain
your copitas to the caballero who will lead us to success."
Thundering cheers broke from the men, and they were only too eager to
fill their cups and drink the health of the Senor Ingles and confusion
to the dictator. Romana smiled as he sat with Andrea and Juan at a
little distance from his master. What he had hoped had come to pass; the
senor was now a Mollendist. Tim also smiled, for a different reason.
"How do you like Cincinnatus O'Hagan?" he whispered slily in his
mother's ear.
But Mrs. O'Hagan's sense of humour was at the present moment clouded by
anxiety and misgiving.
"'Tis perfectly horrid," she said.
Mollendo had, in fact, jumped eagerly at the chance of securing Mr.
O'Hagan as an active associate. He was himself well advanced in years;
and though very popular with his followers, on whom he exercised a
magnetic influence by his personal courage and his oratorical gifts, he
had no military qualities or experience, and was conscious of his own
defects as a leader. Mr. O'Hagan, on the other hand, as he well knew,
had won a great repute as a soldier in the stormy days of the Chilian
war. His advice in matters of strategy and tactics would be invaluable.
He would bring to the cause just those factors of success in which
hitherto it had been lacking, and for the first time Mollendo saw the
gleam of coming triumph. Mrs. O'Hagan suffered many pangs as the
conversation proceeded. The two men were settling the basis of their
alliance. Mollendo was to retain the nominal command; the practical
control of the movements of his little force was to be in the hands of
Mr. O'Hagan. The good lady saw that her husband was back in the days of
his youth. He always threw himself heart and soul into whatsoever he
took up, and he discussed matters now with all the fire and eager
enthusiasm of a boy. His wife was troubled; and when she noticed with
what rapt attention Tim followed the talk, she made up her mind to drop
a word of caution later.
In the midst of the conversation a man came hurriedly into the
courtyard, and walking straight up to his leader saluted and said:
"Senor, I have news."
"What is it, Cristobal?"
"We were watching on the hills, senor, when we saw two parties drawing
near, the larger on the eastern track, the smaller on the western. We
hastened down to the fork, intending to give battle to them both; but
suddenly we saw the smaller party halt; from it a man came forward, but
presently hastened back again, and all his company retreated and
disappeared. At the fork we met the others, and gave them so warm a
reception that they withdrew towards the town. We followed them, but
they did not halt, so we returned to the fork, and there our people are
still posted."
"That is well, my son. The smaller party consisted of the Senor Ingles
and his family whom you see here. They are now supporters of our cause.
Carry that news to our men; it will encourage them. The senor was a
great captain in the army of Peru years ago.... Will the senora excuse
us for a few moments?" he asked, when the man had gone.
"You want to talk secrets, I suppose," said Mrs. O'Hagan; "but unless my
husband objects, I should prefer to know all your arrangements. Tim,"
she added in English, "I am not to be kept in the dark. I do not like
your turning yourself into a brigand, but I see your mind is made up.
Only don't do anything without telling me."
"Senor, my wife and I have no secrets," said Mr. O'Hagan. "You may
speak quite freely."
"What I had to say concerns the senora herself," said Mollendo. "This
is no place for a lady; nor should she be subjected to the fatigues and
dangers that we shall have to encounter. My wife lives peacefully in a
remote corner of the country some fifty miles from here in the hills,
and if the senora will deign to accept her hospitality----"
"Not at all, senor; I remain with my husband and son," said Mrs. O'Hagan
firmly.
"Perhaps the senor will command otherwise," suggested Mollendo, who was
not accustomed to domestic opposition.
From that moment Mrs. O'Hagan was his determined enemy. Mr. O'Hagan
hurriedly explained that he would discuss the matter with his wife in
private. He found an opportunity of doing so later in the day, when a
corner of the ruins had been prepared for their accommodation. He
pointed out that she would be unable to make the long and rapid marches
which irregular warfare entailed. Her presence, and the necessity of
protecting her, would be a source of weakness, possibly of disaster.
Mrs. O'Hagan recognised this, and after a time reluctantly agreed to
accept Senora Mollendo's hospitality.
"But I must take Tim with me," she said.
Mr. O'Hagan stroked his chin.
"The boy won't like that," he remarked.
"It will be for his good," she replied. "Surely you admit that fighting
with these desperadoes is not fit work for a boy of his age."
"As to that, there are many here no older. Age doesn't count in these
matters. He is perfectly healthy; he may be very useful to me, and the
experience will be invaluable to him."
"Am I to lose both of you?" cried the lady, much troubled. "If it were
for our own country I might endure it, like many another poor woman; but
to think of you throwing away your lives for this miserable country--oh!
it is too much."
Mr. O'Hagan was inclined to yield the point; but while he was still
hesitating, his wife, dashing the tears from her eyes, suddenly
forestalled him.
"I am an idiot," she said. "Of course the boy would eat his heart out
away from you. I mustn't look on the black side. But do take care of
him, won't you, Tim?"
And so it was settled that young Tim should remain with his father.
Next day Senor Mollendo provided an escort of half a dozen men, with
whom Mrs. O'Hagan set off for the long ride into the hills. Mr. O'Hagan
and Tim on horseback, each having a carbine, accompanied the party,
having decided to go half the way. They left the camp at its northern
side, and followed the track downward for several miles until it crossed
the river by a narrow stone bridge. Then their course led to the
north-west, the path rising steadily as it approached the spurs of the
Andes. Progress was very slow; the day was already far advanced when
they reached a little hut on the hill-side, about halfway to their
destination, where Senor Mollendo was accustomed to break his journey
when going to and fro between the camp and his home. Here they passed
the night. In the morning Mrs. O'Hagan took leave of her husband and
son, who watched her party until it disappeared along the winding track,
then silently sprang to their saddles and rode in the opposite
direction.
They had come within a few miles of the stone bridge over the river when
they caught sight simultaneously of a number of horsemen strung out
along the path far ahead, and riding towards them. Mr. O'Hagan felt the
lack of one of the prime necessities of a soldier--a field-glass.
"We must hide up until we see who they are," he said to Tim. "They
don't know how to order a march, at any rate."
The hill-side provided many convenient nooks for hiding and taking a
look-out. But only a few minutes had passed when Tim, from behind his
rock, called:
"It's old Mollendo, Father."
"Take care you don't call him that in the hearing of his men. It would
be a deadly insult. Better call him 'excellency.' I wonder what has
happened."
They returned to the track, and trotted downhill to meet the horsemen.
There was about them an air of depression which did not escape Mr.
O'Hagan. The explanation confirmed his foreboding.
"Good-day, senor," said Mollendo, with a graceful salutation as they
met. "I grieve to say that you behold me a fugitive."
"What, excellency! Has the usurper taken the field at last?"
"It seems so, senor general." (Tim grinned as these complimentary
titles passed.) "We were surprised at dawn by large numbers of the
enemy who had advanced along the route by which you came to my camp. My
sentries were, I fear, overcome by somnolence. The attack was so sudden
that I had no time to form my ranks; but in the half light some of us
were able to make our escape--some on horseback, others on foot. We are
scattered to the four winds; all our stores are lost; it is a sad
inauguration of our new alliance."
"Courage, excellency!" said Mr. O'Hagan. "We must consider how to
retrieve this mishap. Are you pursued?"
"Not for the last five miles, senor."
"Then we will halt here, and wait for our men to rejoin us. No doubt
some of them will come dropping in by and by. Let us ride forward,
excellency, and choose a position."
Meanwhile Tim, seeing Romana among the score of men who accompanied
Mollendo, rode up to him with an eager question.
"Where is my cycle?"
"There was not time to bring it, senorito; but I managed to hide it
under a heap of brushwood collected for the fires."
"They'll find it!" said Tim, his face falling.
"Perhaps we shall recapture the camp first. It was all I could do."
Tim thanked him, but felt that the chance of recovering his cycle was
small indeed.