A STERN PURSUIT.
As soon as our vessels left the shelter of the bay, they felt the full
force of the gale; and but for skilful handling on the part of their
crews, would most likely have come to grief. Even as it was, the more
timid of the passengers began to think they would have done better in
trusting to the mercy of the victorious Spaniards.
"It is lucky for us, lieutenant," exclaimed Castro, "that the brigs did
not reach Arica."
"I hope they are safe," I said doubtfully.
"Safe enough by this time," he replied--"at the bottom of the ocean!"
Whether or not he was right in his surmise I cannot say, but from that
day to this I never again heard mention of the unfortunate vessels.
After being at sea about a week, on reduced rations both of food and of
water, we ran one night into the roadstead of Pisco, landed, and before
daylight had made ourselves masters of the town, the Royalists
hurriedly retreating.
On board the schooner I had obtained a much-needed rest, but directly
my feet touched the shore I was set to work again.
There never was such a man for prompt and instant action as Colonel
Miller. As José said more than once, he was always packing twenty-four
hours' work into twelve, and no one within had ever had a chance to
shirk his share.
"We must follow up the enemy--follow them up, and not give them a
moment's rest!" said he, almost before the nose of our boat had touched
the shore.
First, however, it was necessary to obtain animals, and almost before
day broke a dozen parties were dispatched to scour the surrounding
district for horses. The Royalists, however, had been beforehand, and
it took three days to procure the needful supplies.
Fortunately a woman arrived from Lima with a drove of fifty mules,
which our leader instantly pressed into the service, in spite of their
lawful owner's protestations. She was a fine, handsome, and remarkable
woman, who traded on her own account like a man, and she made a sturdy
fight for her property. Directly the mules were seized she bounced
into the colonel's room, her eyes ablaze.
"Good-morning, madam," said he courteously.
"It's a bad morning for me," she replied. "Do you know that your men
have stolen my mules?"
"Not stolen, madam; only borrowed, by my orders, for the good of the
Patriot cause."
"I defy you to keep them!" she cried. "See," and waving & paper, added
triumphantly, "that will make you less high and mighty, Señor
Englishman!"
The paper was a passport and protection signed by San Martin himself;
but it produced no effect on the stubborn colonel.
"I am sorry, madam," he exclaimed, still courteously, "but my men need
the mules. They shall be paid for, handsomely, but I must have them."
The woman gasped with astonishment, and pushing the paper close to the
colonel's face, cried, "Are you blind? Can't you see General San
Martin's name? Don't you know that he can have you shot to-day if he
pleases?"
"Not _to-day_, madam. The swiftest messenger could not get here from
Lima to-day; and thanks to your mules, which are really very fine
animals, we shall begin to chase the Royalists at dawn."
Luckily she could not see my face as she broke into a torrent of abuse.
She had a fine command of the Spanish language, which she used for his
benefit, besides throwing in a number of odd phrases picked up from
English sailors. And all the while the colonel beamed upon her
genially, as if she were paying him the highest compliments. At length
she announced, in high-pitched tones, that where her mules went there
would she go also; she would not trust them to such a band of thieving
scoundrels.
"I am delighted, madam," said the colonel, bowing low; "your society
will in some degree atone for the hardships of our journey."
Neither of us thought she would really carry out her threat; but early
next morning she appeared mounted on one of her own mules, and attached
herself to me.
"Madam," said I gravely, trying to imitate the colonel, "this is a
great pleasure for us; but even at the risk of losing your valued
company, I must once more point out to you the real nature of this
journey. We shall be half starved, besides suffering torments from
thirst; we shall be worn out by forced marches, and some of us, no
doubt, will fall victims to the Spanish bullets."
"I won't leave my mules," was her only reply.
"But why not sell them to the colonel? he will give you a fair price."
"And what about my profit?" she cried. "Do you know why I came to
Pisco?--to buy brandy at eight dollars a jar, which just now I could
sell in Lima at eighty! What do you think of that, young man? Why, I
should have cleared a handsome fortune by this trip!"
"It is very sad, madam; but soldiers, you know--"
"Soldiers? Bah! Look at them riding on my mules! _My_ mules, mark
you! And to think that each of the honest beasts might be carrying
four jars of brandy at eight dollars a jar! It's a wicked waste of
mule-flesh! Eight from eighty leaves seventy-two; take twelve for
expenses, there's still sixty, and four sixties are two hundred and
forty--all clear profit from! A dozen of your vagabonds would be dear
at the price! Look at that rascally fellow cutting my mule with a
whip! I will most certainly have your colonel shot!"
"I think not, madam; you have too tender a heart."
"Yes," said she complacently, "that is the truth. I am not stern
enough. But fancy"--and here she went all over her calculations again,
winding up with the assertion that we were a set of common thieves and
rogues.
By degrees, however, her manner changed: the ill-humour wore off, and
she became quite a Patriot, saying she would willingly lose her mules
if the Royalists were hunted down.
However, about nine o'clock in the morning I left the good lady to pour
her grievances into more sympathetic ears, being ordered to push on
with a small detachment of cavalry, guided by Castro. José was lucky
enough to stay with the main body. Captain Plaza was in command of our
party, and he rode with the guide and me. Our course to Ica, the first
village on our route, lay over a burning desert of very loose sand,
dotted at great intervals by clumps of stunted palms. It was a
horrible ride, and when we reached Ica, about four in the afternoon,
neither men nor animals could go a step further.
The people received us kindly, provided food and drink, and fresh
horses in place of our wearied animals. Then we slept for an hour,
and, thus refreshed, resumed the pursuit. I have often wondered since
how any of us survived the hardships of the next few days.
Now and again we obtained an hour's rest, but our leader halted only
when our animals showed signs of exhaustion. The Spaniards must have
suffered as much as, if not more than, ourselves, as occasionally we
came upon a dead horse or a dead man, killed by sheer fatigue.
On the third night after leaving lea we had ample proof of their
desperate straits. We had left the sandy deserts behind, and were
toiling along painfully, sustained only by Castro's assurance that he
knew of a capital camping-ground.
"A fine wooded place," said he, "with grass for the horses, and a clear
stream of water. You will be tempted to stay there all night, captain."
"Three hours," replied Plaza, "not a moment more. We must be close on
their heels now, and I don't mean Santalla to escape if I can help it."
Santalla was a Royalist colonel of whose cruelty I had heard many
times. He was a gigantic fellow, of enormous strength; but, according
to all accounts, a pitiful coward in spite of his boasting. Indeed,
any leader of average bravery would have turned and struck a blow at
the handful of tired riders which now pursued him.
"Here we are!" exclaimed Castro presently, and I saw with satisfaction
the trees on our left hand to which he pointed. Every bone in my body
was racked with pain, my lips were parched, my eyes ached, and for the
last hour I had scarcely been able to keep my seat.
Halting his men, Plaza sent me on with the guide to investigate.
Leaving our horses, we moved forward swiftly but quietly; there was
just the possibility of a trap. The place was almost like an enclosure
on a large hacienda, but the fence was composed of trees, and we could
hear the plashing waters of a stream.
Inside the ring was an open space, and there, to our astonishment, we
beheld some twenty men lying on the grass in all manner of attitudes.
Not one made the slightest movement, and at first I thought they must
be dead.
"Don't be too sure," whispered Castro, and stooping down he glided
noiselessly to the nearest man, while I waited with breathless
eagerness.
"Poor beggars!" said he pityingly; "we must have pushed them hard. I
don't believe they would waken if a cannon were fired at them!"
This was an exaggeration, but indeed they slept so soundly that our
men, surrounding them, took away most of their weapons before they
understood what was going on. Binding their arms, we pushed and
dragged them close together, and then the captain placed his men round
them in a circle. Sentries were stationed at various places on the
outer ring, and, much to my disgust, I was told off to visit them
during the first hour.
"Keep a sharp lookout," said the captain, "and go round regularly.
They are likely to fall asleep if you don't,"--which I did not think at
all surprising. However, I had a good drink of water, and dipped my
head in the stream, which freshened me somewhat. Then I began what
has, perhaps, been the very longest hour in my life. Fortunately I had
to walk, and I tried hard to keep my eyes open all the time. As to the
captain's "sharp look-out," I concluded he must have been joking.
The hour came to an end at last, and I was free to sleep. I just lay
down on the ground, drew my poncho over me, and was sound asleep. I
would not have undertaken another hour's duty just then for all the
gold ever mined.
The capture of the small Spanish detachment was a benefit to us in one
way: it prevented Plaza from moving so early, and gave us all an extra
hour's sleep. However, as soon as day broke, he told off half a dozen
men to guard the prisoners until the colonel's arrival, and ordered the
rest to be ready for starting in ten minutes.
"It's nothing to do with me," remarked Castro, as he and I rode out at
the head of the men; "but the captain's overdoing it. He's taking the
heart out of his fellows, and just at the last pinch they'll fall to
pieces. There's nothing left in them for a dash at the end."
"We shouldn't shine in a cavalry charge," I admitted, laughing and
looking at my horse, "unless, indeed, it were under Don Quixote's
banner!"
"Well, Crawford," cried the captain, riding up, "something ought to
happen soon now. It's a pity we wasted that last hour this morning,
though. We must make up for it during the day. One of the prisoners
informed me that Santalla cannot be far ahead. I have a good mind to
push on with the men on the strongest horses, leaving you to follow.
What do you think?"
"I think that you are going fast enough, captain. Both men and horses
are fagged now, and it's useless to catch up with Santalla just as we
are all dead beat."
"But if we don't go ahead we shan't catch him at all. The colonel did
not send us on in front to sit down by the wayside."
"No, captain; but that's just what we shall be doing soon, whether we
want to or not. Most of the horses are nearly done for now."
"Then we'll get fresh ones," cried he (which, by the way, there was no
possible means of doing), "or continue the pursuit on foot. Do you
think if the colonel were in my place he would lag behind?"
Of course I knew he would not, but then Miller was Miller, who had not,
to my thinking, his equal in South America. And Plaza wished to
imitate his chief, forgetting he did not possess that marvellous
personal influence over men which accounted so much for the English
colonel's success.
So we pushed on, till, at the end of the third mile or thereabout, a
horse sank through sheer weariness to the ground, and had not
sufficient strength to rise again.
"Run on with the rest," said the captain to the rider; "we will ride
and tie by turns."
The man saluted and came on, but the last I saw of him he was
staggering from side to side of the track, as if he had completely lost
control of his limbs. After a time another horse fell, giving us
another infantry-man, who in a short time was, I daresay, also left
behind on the road.
"'Twill be a plain trail for the main body," remarked the guide; for we
ourselves were continually passing broken weapons, mules that could not
drag their limbs a step further, dead horses, and now and then a
Royalist soldier curled up on the track fast asleep.
"Where will Santalla make for?" I asked.
"Arequipa. But I don't think he can reach it. The Indians bar the
direct route, and his only way out, as far as I can see, is by taking
to the mountains at Copari."
"My horse won't face a hill just now."
Castro smiled, saying, "The pass near Copari is too rugged for horses
at any time; the climbing must all be done on foot," and he smiled
again at my gesture of despair.
At ten o'clock Plaza was compelled to halt, three-fourths of the men
being tired as dogs, while several horses had foundered on the road.
He was very excited, having heard from the last Spaniard picked up that
Santalla, thoroughly worn out, was barely two hours' march in front.
He glanced wrathfully at his tired troopers. There they lay, five
minutes after the order to halt, sleeping like dead men, and for the
time being certainly of no greater use.
"Caramba!" cried he, "it makes me wild! Two hours, Crawford! Do you
hear? And look at them! The prize will slip through our fingers after
all!"
"Hardly that, captain," I murmured sleepily, "as it has never been in
our hands."
"Santalla will have to rest as well," remarked the guide, "so the
scales will balance."
"But I don't want them to balance!" cried Plaza testily.
To give the captain his due, he was greatly in earnest, and willing to
do himself all that he required of his men. He showed this plainly two
hours after we had resumed the pursuit, when his horse suddenly dropped
from exhaustion. A dozen troopers at once made as if to dismount, but
he ordered them to keep their seats.
"No, no," he roared; "I take no advantage!" and he ran on, holding by
the stirrup to the nearest horseman.
The fellows cheered him, and I think we got on better for the incident,
though the halts became more frequent now, and our numbers lessened, as
one man after another dropped exhausted to the ground. Still we were
gaining on the runaways, as a disagreeable episode presently made clear.
It was about four o'clock in the afternoon, and we were straggling at
no great speed through a narrow valley, when half a dozen bullets from
the rocky sides dropped into our midst.
"Ah!" exclaimed Castro, "now the Spaniards are playing the proper game.
These fellows have been left to hold us in check while the main body
escapes through the Copari Pass."
"Push on there!" roared the captain, who after a spell of riding had
just dismounted. There was, indeed, nothing else to be done. We must
run the gauntlet, and trust to luck for some of us getting through.
The Spaniards were well hidden, and could not be dislodged, unless,
which was out of the question, we came to hand-grasps with them. So
urging our jaded beasts to a spurt, we quickened the pace, while now
and again a groan and a thud told that a bullet had found its mark.
Those who were hit lay where they fell; the most of us reached the open
country just in time to see a dozen or fifteen horsemen mount and ride
off. Evidently they had the pick of Santalla's animals, as they easily
kept their distance, though allowing us to advance within range, when,
discharging their muskets, they recommenced the retreat.
Plaza fumed like one distracted at the galling fire, which considerably
delayed our advance, though we suffered in the loss of horses rather
than of men. He was riding again now, and well in front, with Castro
and myself behind him. Suddenly, after a scattering volley, I felt my
horse slip, and the next instant the poor beast was sprawling on the
ground with a bullet-hole in its chest.
Staggering to my feet, I ran on, but unsteadily, for in truth I was
getting very near the end of my strength. However, a husky shout from
those in front encouraged me, and I saw that at last we had come fairly
upon the runaways.
Just as Castro had foretold, they were taking to a mountain pass,
eastward of Copari, and the main body was already toiling up the
ascent. Their stores lay about everywhere; horses and mules were
abandoned; only a handful of horsemen, constituting the rearguard,
preserved any appearance of order. For a time they stoutly held the
mouth of the pass, but at length, leaving their animals, they too
disappeared.
Plaza went at the entrance like a bull at a gate, Castro followed, and
I toiled after them with the men. Up we went, some cheering, but the
majority with closed lips, saving their breath. In our fatigued state
the climb was fearfully distressing: men sank to the ground gasping, or
fell while trying to grasp the overhanging rocks with nerveless fingers.
As for me, though straining every nerve, I could not keep pace with the
leaders. My eyes smarted and ached; my head seemed to spin round; more
than once I should have fallen but for a friendly hand. Presently I
heard Plaza cheer; but he was out of sight, and the sound seemed to
come from a long distance. Then I was placed gently against a rock by
a soldier, who pushed on after the rest.
Had I been hit? I really did not know. There was blood on my hands,
but they had been gashed by the jagged rocks. But hit or not, I must
do my best to keep up; so trying to steady myself, I took another step
forward. The pass was filled with strange sounds and with strange
shapes too. Large birds hovered over my head, men and animals stood in
my path; I had to dodge here and there in order to find a way through.
Suddenly a man placed his arm round my waist, and saying, "You must lie
down, lieutenant," carried me a little distance, and then placed me on
the ground.
"No, no," I murmured drowsily; "the captain is calling! Don't you hear
the captain calling?"
"Yes," said he: "the Spaniards have escaped, and the captain has
sounded a halt."
I did not know then that the man was tricking me for my own good, so I
answered innocently, "Thank goodness! Now we shall have a little rest.
Waken me when they return."
"Never fear, sir," said he; "I will waken you," and even before he
turned away I had lost all knowledge of the situation.