THE CLASH OF BLADES
On the table, near its middle, was an imposing _candelero_ in which
half a score of candles burned brightly. Señor Zorro sprang toward
it now, and with one sweep of his hand dashed it to the floor,
extinguishing all the candles in an instant and plunging the room in
darkness.
He evaded the wild rush of Don Carlos, springing across the room so
lightly that his soft boots made not the slightest noise to give news
of his whereabouts. For an instant the Señorita Lolita felt a man's
arm around her waist, gently squeezing it, felt a man's breath on her
cheek, and heard a man's whisper in her ear:
"Until later, _señorita_!"
Don Carlos was bellowing like a bull to direct the soldiers to the
scene; and already some of them were pounding at the front door. Señor
Zorro rushed from the room and into the one adjoining, which happened
to be the kitchen. The native servants fled before him as if he had
been a ghost, and he quickly extinguished all the candles that burned
there.
Then he ran to the door that opened into the _patio_, and raised his
voice, and gave a call that was half moan and half shriek, a peculiar
call, the like of which none at the Pulido _hacienda_ had heard before.
As the soldiers rushed in at the front door, and as Don Carlos called
for a brand with which to light the candles again, the sound of
galloping hoofs was heard from the rear of the _patio_. Some powerful
horse was getting under way there, the soldiers guessed immediately.
The sound of hoofs died away in the distance, but the soldiers had
noted the direction in which the horse was traveling.
"The fiend escapes!" Sergeant Gonzales shrieked, he being in charge of
the squad. "To horse, and after him! I give the man who overtakes him
one-third of all the reward!"
The big sergeant rushed from the house, the men at his heels, and they
tumbled into their saddles and rode furiously through the darkness,
following the sound of the beating hoofs.
"Lights! Lights!" Don Carlos was shrieking inside the house.
A servant came with a brand, and the candles were lighted again. Don
Carlos stood in the middle of the room, shaking his fists in impotent
rage. Señorita Lolita crouched in a corner, her eyes wide with fear.
Doña Catalina, fully recovered now from her fainting spell, came from
her own room to ascertain the cause of the commotion.
"The rascal got away!" Don Carlos said. "It is to be hoped that the
soldiers capture him."
"At least, he is clever and brave," Señorita Lolita said.
"I grant him that, but he is a highwayman and a thief!" Don Carlos
roared. "Why should he torment me by visiting my house?"
Señorita Lolita thought she knew, but she would be the last one to
explain to her parents. There was a faint blush on her face yet because
of the arm that had squeezed her and the words that had been whispered
in her ear.
Don Carlos threw the front door open wide and stood in it, listening.
To his ears came the sound of galloping hoofs once more.
"My sword!" he cried to a servant. "Some one comes--it may be the
rascal returning! It is but one rider, by the saints!"
The galloping stopped; a man made his way across the veranda and
hurried through the door into the room.
"Thank the good saints!" Don Carlos gasped.
It was not the highwayman returned; it was Captain Ramón, _comandante_
of the _presidio_ at Reina de Los Angeles.
"Where are my men?" the captain cried.
"Gone, _señor_! Gone after that pig of a highwayman!" Don Carlos
informed him.
"He escaped?"
"He did, with your men surrounding the house. He dashed the candles to
the floor, ran through the kitchen--"
"The men took after him?"
"They are upon his heels, _señor_."
"Ha! It is to be hoped that they catch this pretty bird. He is a thorn
in the side of the soldiery. We do not catch him, and because we do not
the governor sends sarcastic letters by his courier. This Señor Zorro
is a clever gentleman, but he will be captured yet!"
And then Captain Ramón walked further into the room, and perceived the
ladies, and swept off his cap and bowed before them.
"You must pardon my bold entrance," he said. "When an officer is on
duty--"
"The pardon is granted freely," said Doña Catalina. "You have met my
daughter?"
"I have not had the honor."
The _doña_ presented them, and Lolita retreated to her corner again and
observed the soldier. He was not ill to look at--tall and straight and
in a brilliant uniform, and with sword dangling at his side. As for
the captain, he never had set eyes upon Señorita Lolita before, for he
had been at the post at Reina de Los Angeles but a month, having been
transferred there from Santa Barbara.
But now that he had looked at her once he looked a second time, and a
third. There was a sudden light in his eyes that pleased Doña Catalina.
If Lolita could not look with favor upon Don Diego Vega, perhaps
she would look with favor upon this Captain Ramón, and to have her
wedded to an officer would mean that the Pulido family would have some
protection.
"I could not find my men now in the darkness," the captain said, "and
so, if it is not presuming too much, I shall remain here and await
their return."
"By all means," Don Carlos said. "Be seated, _señor_, and I'll have a
servant fetch wine."
"This Señor Zorro has about had his run," the captain said, after the
wine had been tasted and found excellent. "Now and then a man of his
sort pops up and endures for a little day, but he never lasts long. In
the end he meets the fate."
"That is true," said Don Carlos. "The fellow was boasting to us
to-night of his accomplishments."
"I was _comandante_ at Santa Barbara when he made his famous visit
there," the captain explained. "I was visiting at one of the houses at
the time else there might have been a different story. And to-night,
when the alarm came, I was not at the _presidio_, but at the residence
of a friend. That is why I did not ride out with the soldiers. As soon
as I was notified I came. It appears that this Señor Zorro has some
knowledge of my whereabouts and is careful that I am not in a position
to clash with him. I hope one day to do so."
"You think you could conquer him, _señor_?" Doña Catalina asked.
"Undoubtedly! I understand he really is an ordinary hand with a blade.
He made a fool of my sergeant, but that is a different proposition--and
I believe he held a pistol in one hand while he fenced, too. I should
make short work of the fellow."
There was a closet in one corner of the room, and now its door was
opened a crack.
"The fellow should die the death!" Captain Ramón went on to say. "He is
brutal in his dealings with men. He kills wantonly, I have heard. They
say he caused a reign of terror in the north, in the vicinity of San
Francisco de Asis. He slew men regardless, insulted women--"
The closet door was hurled open--and Señor Zorro stepped into the room.
"I shall take you to task for that statement, _señor_, since it is a
falsehood!" the highwayman cried.
Don Carlos whirled around and gasped his surprise. Doña Catalina felt
suddenly weak in the knees and collapsed on a chair. Señorita Lolita
felt some pride in the man's statement, and a great deal of fear for
him.
"I--I thought you had escaped," Don Carlos gasped.
"Ha! It was but a trick! My horse escaped--but I did not!"
"Then there shall be no escape for you now!" Captain Ramón cried,
drawing his blade.
"Back, _señor_!" Zorro cried, exhibiting a pistol suddenly. "I shall
fight you gladly, but the fight must be fair. Don Carlos, gather your
wife and daughter beneath your arms and retire to the corner while I
cross blades with this teller of falsehoods. I do not intend to have a
warning given out that I still am here!"
"I thought--you escaped!" Don Carlos gasped again, seemingly unable to
think of anything else, and doing as Señor Zorro commanded.
"A trick!" the highwayman repeated, laughing. "It is a noble horse
I have. Perhaps you heard a peculiar cry from my lips? My beast is
trained to act at that cry. He gallops away wildly, making considerable
noise, and the soldiers follow him. And when he has gone some distance
he turns aside and stops, and after the pursuit has passed he returns
to await my bidding. No doubt he is behind the _patio_ now. I shall
punish this captain, and then mount and ride away!"
"With a pistol in your hand!" Ramón cried.
"I put the pistol upon the table--so! There it remains if Don Carlos
stays in the corner with the ladies. Now, captain!"
Señor Zorro extended his blade, and with a glad cry Captain Ramón
crossed it with his own. Captain Ramón had some reputation as a master
of fence, and Señor Zorro evidently knew it, for he was cautious at
first, leaving no opening, on defense rather than attack.
The captain pressed him back, his blade flashing like streaks of
lightning in a troubled sky. Now Señor Zorro was almost against the
wall near the kitchen door, and in the captain's eyes the light of
triumph already was beginning to burn. He fenced rapidly, giving the
highwayman no rest, standing his ground and keeping his antagonist
against the wall.
And then Señor Zorro chuckled! For now he had solved the other's manner
of combat, and knew that all would be well. The captain gave ground a
little as the defense turned into an attack that puzzled him. Señor
Zorro began laughing lightly.
"'Twere a shame to kill you," he said. "You are an excellent officer,
I have heard, and the army needs a few such. But you have spoken
falsehood regarding me, and so must pay a price. Presently I shall run
you through, but in such manner that your life will not emerge when I
withdraw my blade."
"Boaster!" the captain snarled.
"As to that we shall see presently. Ha! I almost had you there, my
captain. You are more clever than your big sergeant, but not half
clever enough. Where do you prefer to be touched--the left side or the
right?"
"If you are so certain run me through the right shoulder," the captain
said.
"Guard it well, my captain, for I shall do as you say! Ha!"
The captain circled, trying to get the light of the candles in the
highwayman's eyes, but Señor Zorro was too clever for that. He caused
the captain to circle back, forced him to retreat, fought him to a
corner.
"Now, my captain!" he cried.
And so he ran him through the right shoulder, as the captain had said,
and twisted the blade a bit as he brought it out. He had struck a
little low, and Captain Ramón dropped to the floor, a sudden weakness
upon him.
Señor Zorro stepped back and sheathed his blade.
"I ask the pardon of the ladies for this scene," he said. "And I
assure you that this time I am, indeed, going away. You will find that
the captain is not badly injured, Don Carlos. He may return to his
_presidio_ within the day."
He removed his sombrero and bowed low before them, while Don Carlos
sputtered and failed to think of anything to say that would be mean
and cutting enough. His eyes, for a moment, met those of the Señorita
Lolita, and he was glad to find that in hers there was no repugnance.
"_Buenas noches!_" he said and laughed again.
And then he dashed through the kitchen and into the _patio_, and found
the horse awaiting him there, as he had said it would be, and was quick
to mount and ride away.