AN INTERVIEW WITH MURILLO--WE GAIN NOTHING FOR OUR PAINS--I STILL
ENDEAVOUR TO RESCUE THE PRISONERS--MEET ANTONIO, WHO BELONGS TO THE
GUARD AT THE PRISON--MY CONVERSATION WITH HIM--HE PROMISES ASSISTANCE,
BUT GIVES ME BAD NEWS--OUR PLAN ARRANGED--DON JOSE SUSPECTS US, AND
REQUESTS US TO LEAVE HIS HOUSE--WE REMAIN TILL THE FOLLOWING DAY--DR.
CAZALLA AND SENOR MONTEVERDE, WITH MANY OTHERS, SHOT--DOMINGO BRINGS ME
A DISGUISE, AND ADVISES ME TO ESCAPE WITHOUT DELAY--DON JOSE REQUESTS ME
NOT TO SEE HIM AGAIN--MR. LAFFAN AND I SEPARATE--HE STARTS FOR HONDA; I
GO TOWARDS THE PRISON, FOLLOWED BY LION--OUTSIDE THE PRISON WALLS--
JOINED BY UNCLE RICHARD--OUR ESCAPE FROM THE CITY--WE REACH THE
MOUNTAINS--OUR ARRIVAL AT A RIVER--NO MEANS OF CROSSING--SPANISH
SOLDIERS IN PURSUIT--A TARABITA OR ROPE-BRIDGE--DANGEROUS CROSSING--THE
BRIDGE CUT--OUR ESCAPE--SOUNDS OF FIRING--WE FIND SHELTER IN THE HUT OF
AN INDIAN, WHOSE SON UNDERTAKES TO GUIDE US.
By the aid of Don Jose and other friends to whom I had letters, I
ascertained that Dr Cazalla and Mr Duffield had been brought into
Bogota, and were confined, with several other persons whom I knew, in
the chief prison of the city--although they had not yet undergone the
mockery of a trial, which would precede their execution. Don Jose had
made every exertion to obtain their liberation, but in vain. The savage
Murillo, it was said, had resolved to shoot the whole of them. As there
was no English Consul at that time in Bogota, and no one who dared
openly to take Uncle Richard's part, I determined, according to the
advice I had received, to beard the lion in his den, and threaten him
with the vengeance of England should Mr Duffield be injured. I was
also to point out to Murillo the disgrace of destroying a man of such
high scientific attainments as Dr Cazalla, and to plead that he might
be banished to England, where he could render service to the human race.
Mr Laffan was quite willing to accompany me as interpreter. "We may
bamboozle the scoundrel, and succeed where others have failed," observed
the dominie. "There is nothing like impudence,--or a bold bearing, as
some would call it,--when one has to deal with a fellow of this sort."
We set out, accordingly, for the viceroy's palace. On our arrival we
found numerous officers hurriedly coming and going, but most of them
merely glanced at us and passed on. In the ante-room there was a motley
assemblage of persons of all ranks. Some had come with petitions,
others had been summoned to undergo examinations; and several--
informers, I have no doubt--were hoping to obtain a reward for their
treachery. I sent in my card by an aide-de-camp, requesting an
interview with his Excellency. To my surprise, we were almost
immediately admitted. The general was seated at a table covered with
papers--two or three officers standing near him. His countenance did
not belie his character. Although the expression of his mouth was
concealed by his huge moustache, the dark eyes which gleamed forth from
under his shaggy brows, and the frown which wrinkled his high forehead,
betokened his savage disposition.
"Who are you, and what do you want?" he asked abruptly in Spanish.
I turned to Mr Laffan and begged him to interpret what the general
said.
"Tell him that I am English, and how, hearing that a countryman of mine
has been imprisoned unjustly, I have come to demand his release, and
permission for him to accompany me back to England."
"Of what profession is he?" asked the general of Mr Laffan. "Is he a
lawyer?"
"No," I replied; "he is a British naval officer who has resided for some
time in this country, but is still under the protection of the English
Government, to whom it would be my duty to give information should any
harm happen to him."
"Had he been a lawyer, whether a British subject or not, he should be
shot," answered Murillo. "As it is, I will consider the matter."
He turned to one of the officers, who handed him a paper.
"Ah! I see he is married to a lady belonging to a rebel family; and he
himself was found inciting the peasantry to take up arms. I care not
though he is under British protection. He shall die."
"My countrymen will avenge him," I answered through Mr Laffan, who
assumed an authoritative tone and manner, which I thought would produce
some effect. "You know not whether the accusation is true or false."
Judging that it was best to leave what I had said to produce its effect,
I stopped for a minute, and then continued,--"Well, your Excellency, I
need not speak further about Senor Ricardo Duffield. I have now to
plead for another person, who, although not an Englishman, belongs to
all civilised countries in the world, and all will equally stigmatise
those who injure him; I allude to the learned Dr Cazalla. I beg that
he may be allowed to accompany me to my own country, where he can
prosecute his scientific studies without molestation."
The general's brow grew darker than ever.
"He is one of the pests of this country. He taught the rebels how to
make gunpowder and arms, to be used against their rightful sovereign.
He shall die, even although the whole British army, with your Lord
Wellesley at their head, were to endeavour to rescue him."
"That's an ungrateful remark, your Excellency, considering the service
he has rendered Spain," observed Mr Laffan; "but it's just what may be
expected."
"Go out of my presence--this instant!" exclaimed the general, irritated
by this imprudent remark. "The prisoners shall die; and let me tell you
that your errand is bootless."
I felt, indeed, that such was the case. In fact, I heard the general,
turning to the officer who acted as his chief of police, direct him to
keep an eye upon us. His suspicions had, I saw, been aroused.
We did not consider it necessary to pay any special mark of respect as
we took our leave. The general was talking to the officers at his side,
scarcely deigning to notice us. With heads erect, and as calm
countenances as we could command, we passed through the crowd in the
ante-room, and made our way into the street. We then hurried back to
Don Jose's, to tell him how fruitless had been our visit to the viceroy.
"I was afraid so," observed our host. "If Murillo has made up his mind,
no power on earth can turn him from his purpose."
I had not forgotten Antonio, and had formed a plan to try and rescue Mr
Duffield and Dr Cazalla, should other means fail. As Antonio had not
already betrayed me, I had great hopes that I could rely on his
assistance. Always accompanied by Mr Laffan, I went about endeavouring
to discover him. I at length ascertained that he belonged to the guard
stationed at the prison. In all probability, then, he would at times
have charge of the prisoners inside; and if so, he might be able to aid
in their escape.
Before long we fell in with him off duty, and near the prison itself.
It was late in the evening, but there was sufficient light for us to
recognise each other. I made a sign, and he followed us to a dark spot
under the prison walls.
"You know me, Antonio?" I asked.
"Ah yes, senor, the moment I saw you, while we were on the march here.
I joined the Godos as the only means of saving my life--having obtained
the uniform of a corporal who had been killed. My intention, however,
was to desert on the first opportunity."
"Will you venture to assist the escape of Don Ricardo and Dr Cazalla?"
I asked.
"Don Ricardo has already spoken to me, and promised a reward. I will do
what I can without the reward, although the money would be welcome. He
has promised me three hundred dollars."
"And I will give two hundred more when he is safe away from the city,
and five hundred for Dr Cazalla."
"Ah, senor, that is more difficult, for he is strictly guarded, and, it
is said, is to die to-morrow."
"To-morrow!" I exclaimed; "then he must escape to-night."
"Impossible!" answered Antonio; "ten thousand dollars would not effect
his liberation. And besides, in endeavouring to free him I might be
suspected, and thus be unable to help Don Ricardo."
"I know that I can trust you, Antonio," and I put some gold pieces into
his hand. "Perhaps you can bribe your comrades; and promise them any
further reward you think fit."
"They would take the money, and betray me," he answered. "I will employ
some of it, however, but it will be in supplying them with abundance of
strong wine; that will give me a better mastery over them than any
bribe. Trust to my discretion."
After some further conversation, I arranged with Antonio that he was to
try and effect the escape of Uncle Richard, and, if possible, that of
Dr Cazalla. The following night he was to be on guard inside the
prison, and he would then have the keys in his possession. The most
likely time was about ten o'clock; and I arranged to be in the
neighbourhood to assist, if necessary, in the escape of my friend.
Mr Laffan approved of the plan, but thought that it would be imprudent
for him and me to be seen again near the prison, although we might
afterwards join the fugitives. I proposed, therefore, having horses in
readiness, and making our way down to Honda, whence we might embark on
the river Magdalena; and the current being rapid, we should not occupy
more than five days, and might at Carthagena get on board the first
vessel about to sail. If we could once reach any of the British West
India Islands, we should be safe.
On our return Don Jose met us as we entered, with an expression of
anxiety on his countenance.
"I fear, my friends, you are not exactly what you represent yourselves
to be," he said. "You are honest, I doubt not, and well-conducted, and
I wish to fulfil my engagement as far as I can to assist you; but I must
advise you to leave this house and the city as soon as possible, or I
shall be compromised by your remaining."
"I am deeply grateful for all your kindness, and will do as you advise,"
I answered. "I shall be thankful if I have ever the opportunity of
proving my sincerity."
We should at once have left Don Jose, but that it was too late to seek a
lodging; and as he did not express a wish that we should do so, we
remained, promising to bid him farewell the next morning. I sincerely
hoped that he would not suffer in consequence of his kindness to us.
We were about to start on the following day, after breakfast, to which
our kind host insisted we should remain, when, on looking from the
window across the square, we saw, as we had on the morning of our
arrival, a body of troops marching from the prison. There was to be
another execution, then. My heart sank within me. Was Murillo about to
carry out his threat? As they approached I could scarcely support
myself, for I saw my uncle, Dr Cazalla, with several other prisoners,
nearing the spot where so many of the Patriots had already yielded up
their lives for the liberty of their country. There were four other
persons. It was certainly some relief not to see Uncle Richard among
them; and my whole attention was now concentrated on Dr Cazalla. I
pointed out the doctor to Don Jose, in the vain hope that something
might even now be done to save him.
"I know him. He is talented, learned, and noble-minded," said Don Jose.
"The world will suffer if he dies," I said.
"I know it, my friend," answered Don Jose; "but his doom is sealed." He
took my arm as he spoke. "I would not have you seen," he continued.
"Be warned by me, and remain concealed until nightfall. Your horses are
in my stable, and your servant is prepared for the journey."
Even while he was speaking the rattle of musketry was heard, and Mr
Laffan, who had, notwithstanding Don Jose's advice, gone back to the
window, exclaimed, "They have murdered our friend! I hope they will not
treat the other in the same way."
"Do you speak of my uncle?" I asked in English.
"Too truly--I do. There he lies, like a clod of earth; and there, too,
will lie many more, in a few minutes. There is another! I did not
notice him at first. Poor Dona Dolores! what will become of her?"
"What! has Juan been captured?" I exclaimed, my thoughts running back
to my friend, who might, I feared, have fallen into the hands of the
enemy.
"No, not Juan; but Senor Monteverde.--Yes, I am sure it must be he,
though he is poorly dressed, and walks with a tottering gait. Yes; they
are leading him up to the place of execution."
Forgetting Don Jose's caution, I sprang forward to the window and caught
a glance--it was but a momentary one--of our poor friend. It was
sufficient, however, to convince me that I was not mistaken. Don Jose
again took me by the arm and led me back; but a moment afterwards a
volley was fired, and an exclamation uttered by Mr Laffan told me that
Senor Monteverde was among those slaughtered by the savages.
"It will be sad news to carry to my mother and father, and to Dona
Dolores. What will become of her? Her father dead--her property
destroyed; but, probably, she herself is by this time in the hands of
the Spaniards, and may ere long share the fate of Dona Paula. Shall I
ever meet them again?" I murmured.
Other volleys of musketry, which sounded horrible in our ears, too
plainly told us what was continuing to take place.
By Don Jose's advice, we kept close in our room during the remainder of
the day; and it was growing dark when Domingo appeared, with a bundle
under his arm.
"I have been provided with this for you to put on, senor," he said,
producing a serving-man's dress, similar to that which I had worn at
Popayan. It was curious that the same disguise should have been chosen.
"You are suspected of being a Liberal; and whether you are so or not,
you are to be arrested to-night, and probably share the fate of those
who were shot this morning. I am desired to tell you, therefore, that
you must make your escape as soon as it is dark--you taking one
direction, while Senor Miguel and I take another."
Before I had time to ask further questions, Domingo retired.
I began to put on the dress he had brought me, and was quickly changed
into a serving-man. While I was thus engaged Mr Laffan came in, and I
told him what Domingo had said.
"But I cannot desert you, Duncan!" he exclaimed. "I will stick by you,
whatever happens."
I soon convinced him that we should thus only increase the risk of being
arrested, and advised him at once to make his way to Honda, as we had
told Murillo we intended doing. If not molested, he might thence,
instead of embarking on the Magdalena, travel over the mountains
westward to one of the towns on the Cauca. As he had no proposal to
offer against this plan--indeed, there was no other to be pursued--he
agreed to it.
"But how will you be able to travel alone?" he asked.
"I do not intend to travel alone, if I can help it," I answered. "I
believe that Antonio will succeed in liberating Uncle Richard, and that
I shall be able to help him to make good his escape."
I was unwilling to leave the house without wishing Don Jose and his
family farewell; and as I was thinking how I could best manage to do so,
I discovered a slip of paper pinned on to the front of the jacket, on
which was written in a feigned hand,--"I know your feelings, and what
you would desire to say; but it is safer that we should not again meet.
Farewell. Destroy this when you have read it."
The paper was not signed, but I guessed it came from Don Jose.
Domingo having now reappeared, and announced that the horses were ready,
we descended to the courtyard. "It will be safer for me to slip out
first," I observed.
To this Mr Laffan agreed.
"You had better take Lion with you," I said; and I ordered my faithful
dog to remain with Mr Laffan. But on this occasion the usually
obedient animal was disobedient. When I had made my way out of the yard
I found him following me, and I had not the heart to send him back.
I resolved at all risks to join Uncle Richard, should he be able to make
his way out of prison; so towards that gloomy building I at once
directed my steps. As the town was in total darkness, there being no
lamps in the streets, I ran little chance of being detected, while Lion
could not be seen a few paces off. In a short time I reached the spot
where I had had the conversation with Antonio; and there, crouching
down, I awaited the hour he had named. There was but one clock in the
city which struck the hours. The time appeared to go very slowly by.
Perfect silence reigned through the streets. Neither Royalist nor
Republican were at that time inclined to move about in the dark, as
assassins too frequently plied their deadly trade, and several persons
of both parties had been murdered.
At last ten o'clock struck. I sat with my hand on Lion's head,
listening attentively. The prison door opened; the sentinel challenged,
"Quien vive?" and the countersign was returned. Then the door closed,
and I heard the sound of footsteps approaching, but they did not seem
those of persons attempting flight. My hopes sank. After all, some
officer might have visited the prison, and was now leaving it with a
guard. I was afraid, consequently, to move; but in another instant Lion
rose to his feet, and, though he uttered no sound, bounded forward
towards one of the persons approaching.
"That must be Uncle Richard," I thought. "The dog knows him."
I was not mistaken; and I was quickly by his side, when I found that he
had on the cap and cloak of an officer. The other person who followed
close behind him was, I guessed from his uniform, which I could but
indistinctly see, Antonio.
Uncle Richard divined who I was, and he put out his hand and grasped
mine. I returned the pressure; but we did not venture to speak.
Antonio led the way to the western side of the city. "We must make for
the mountains immediately; there will be less risk of the Godos looking
for us there," he said, when we had got between some high convent walls,
where no one was likely to overhear us.
One thing was certain, we must get to a distance from the city before
daybreak. On that point we were all agreed.
When there was no risk of being seen, we moved as fast as possible; but
as we drew near the guard at the entrance of the city we had to walk at
a dignified pace. Antonio had given the sign and countersign to Uncle
Richard and me, so we passed through without question; it being
supposed, in all likelihood, that the officer was on his way to visit
some outpost attended by an orderly, while I concluded that I was taken
for a guide.
Long before morning dawned we were well among the mountains. Antonio
had thoughtfully filled his knapsack with provisions, which, in addition
to those I had brought from Don Jose's, would serve us for several days.
The corporal had also furnished himself with a remarkably good rifle,
and a quantity of ammunition. Our intention was to make our way to some
place occupied by a Patriot force, of which we hoped to gain
intelligence from the peasantry, either Creoles or Indians, the greater
portion of whom were likely to prove friendly. It was most important,
however, to put as great a distance as possible between the city and
ourselves, for as soon as our flight was discovered parties would
certainly be sent out to scour the country in search of us.
We rested for a couple of hours under an overhanging rock--to take some
food and regain our strength--just before daybreak, and then once more
pushed on. None of us, unfortunately, had any exact knowledge of the
country. We had therefore to steer by the sun, and to follow the tracks
which appeared to lead in the direction we wished to go. Occasionally,
when we reached a height from which a view eastward could be obtained,
we looked back to ascertain if any one was following. A party on
horseback, by galloping over the more level ground, instead of climbing
the mountains on foot, might even now overtake us.
The sun was still shining over the hills to the westward, but would
shortly disappear behind them, when we saw before us a rapid river
rushing between lofty and precipitous cliffs. How to cross it, was the
question. We could see no bridge or canoe, and it ran too furiously for
us to breast its foaming billows; while it would be dangerous to cross
on a raft, even if we could find materials for forming one.
We made our way over the rough ground down the stream.
"I should think we must be safe from pursuit here; but I will just take
a look-out from yonder height," observed Uncle Richard.
He had scarcely got to the summit of the hill when he shouted out, "Here
come some suspicious-looking fellows; but they are a good way astern at
present, so that we must somehow or other leave them on this side of the
river." After taking another look, to assure himself that he was not
mistaken, he rejoined us, and we hurried along the bank.
We had not gone far when Antonio exclaimed, "I see a tarabita! It will
serve our purpose; and we must take care that it does not help our
enemies across."
He pointed, as he spoke, towards a long thin rope thrown across from one
cliff to the other. On getting up to it we found the bridge--for so it
might be called--consisted of a long rope made of hides, the ends
secured by stakes driven into the earth; to this a sort of basket was
suspended, with two smaller ropes fastened to it--the one reaching to
the side we were on, the other to the opposite bank, where a man--
apparently the guardian of the so-called bridge--was seated on a log
smoking. Antonio shouted to attract his attention; and getting up, he
made a sign for one of us to enter.
"You go first, Senor Ricardo," said Antonio to Uncle Richard.
But the latter insisted on going last, and made me and Lion get into the
basket. The bridge-keeper immediately began to haul away, and I soon
found myself dangling over a fearful chasm. I was, however, quickly
across; and, by means of a rope passing through a block on the side I
had left, the basket was immediately drawn back.
Antonio was passed over in the same way, and joined me.
Uncle Richard had, in the meantime, gone to the height overlooking the
path behind us, but he soon hurried back and took his seat in the
basket.
"Tell the old Indian to be smart in hauling me across," he shouted out.
The man obeyed; but Uncle Richard was not more than half-way over when
we saw a party of soldiers on the height above the river, and I clearly
made out that they were Spanish soldiers. Should they reach the end of
the rope before Uncle Richard was safe, they might, by threatening to
cut it, compel us all to come back; so we hastened to seize hold of the
tackle, in order to assist the Indian in dragging the basket over more
quickly.
"Take care, senores; you will break it, if you pull too hard," he
observed.
We were not aware whether he had seen the Spaniards coming.
"Haul away," shouted Uncle Richard.
We obeyed him, and he was soon able to spring on to the ground. His
first action on doing so was to grasp Antonio's sword, and to hack away
at the rope, to the great astonishment of the old Indian, who loudly
expostulated, and attempted to stop him. But Antonio and I seized the
bridge-keeper and held him fast while Uncle Richard finished the
operation, and soon the rope swung across to the opposite cliff.
"Now," said Uncle Richard, "we shall have to make the best use of our
legs, or we may chance to have some bullets whistling about our ears."
We hurried on, hoping to get beyond the range of the firearms of our
enemies before they had reached the bank; and we had completely lost
sight of them when we heard a volley fired. We only hoped that the poor
old Indian had hidden himself in time, and that it was not aimed at him.
Whether there was any ford, or other means of crossing the river,
further down, we could not tell; it was therefore important to make as
rapid progress as possible. A moon was in the sky, about half full,
which, in that atmosphere, allowed us to see our way for some distance,
so we took great care to profit by it.
At length we saw a light ahead of us. It proceeded from an Indian's
hut, in the centre of which a large fire was blazing. We made our way
towards it, hoping to obtain a guide; besides, we required rest, and it
was necessary to obtain it at all risks.
The owner of the hut was seated before the fire boiling a pot of cocoa,
and he did not appear to be surprised on seeing us.
"Travellers are constantly coming this way, and I was getting some cocoa
ready lest any should come in," he observed.
Uncle Richard said that we should be glad to rest for a few hours, and
inquired whether he would guide us over the mountains.
"I cannot do so myself; but my son, who will be here shortly, will
willingly do so. He has guided many travellers across the Paramo," was
the answer.
We took our seats around the fire, and the Indian cooked some plantains,
which, with the cocoa, served us for supper.
In a short time the son of whom our host had spoken made his appearance.
He was a fine, strong youth, and seemed well fitted for acting in the
capacity of guide.
He told us that as he was coming over the mountains from a village on
this side of the river, to which he had escorted some travellers, he had
heard firing, and concluded that there had been a fight between some
Liberals and the Godos. "I hope the last were well beaten," he
muttered, looking at Uncle Richard's military cap.
"So do I," I observed. "You do not take us for Godos?"
"I judge of people by their conduct, and as yet I have had no
opportunity of learning how you behave," answered the young Indian, with
a laugh.
"He is the right sort of fellow," observed Uncle Richard; "we may trust
him."
I asked him if he had any food for my dog; and going out, he at once
returned with some pieces of flesh, off which, although somewhat
odorous, Lion made a substantial supper.
"It is the remains of a bear we killed some days ago," observed the
young Indian.
We all lay down round the fire,--Lion sleeping between Uncle Richard and
me, and both of us feeling assured that he would give us timely notice
should any danger be at hand.