Part 57 (1/2)
”Thanks, friend, but you know that is impossible; let us, therefore, profit by the few moments left us to be together. Well, what have you done?”
”Nothing, alas! For a soldier is the slave of discipline; in a period of war, more especially, it is impossible for him to leave his corps. I have, therefore, been unable to obtain any information. Have you been more fortunate?”
”I can hardly say, yet; still, I hope. Tranquil has this very night to give me certain information, which will perfect that I have myself obtained.”
”And is Tranquil here?”
”He arrived today, but I have not yet been able to see him.”
”Then you imagine----?” the Colonel said, eagerly.
”This is what I have succeeded in finding out. Remark that I a.s.sert nothing; I am at this moment merely the echo of certain rumours, which may be well founded, but can also be false.”
”No matter; speak, my friend, in Heaven's name.”
”About six weeks ago, according to what my spies tell me, a strange man arrived in this country, bringing a girl with him. This man has purchased a rancho, of no great value, situated a few leagues from here, nearly on the seash.o.r.e. He paid cash for it, shut himself up in the rancho with the girl, and since then no one has seen them. The man has immured himself in his property, to which n.o.body has admission; but whether this man be the White Scalper, and the maiden Carmela, no one is able to state positively, and I would not venture to affirm it. Several times I have prowled round the abode of this mysterious being, but have not succeeded in seeing him: windows and doors are constantly closed, nothing is heard of what takes place in this strange house, which, through its isolated position, is, to a certain extent, protected from indiscreet visitors. This is what I had to tell you, perhaps tomorrow I shall have learned more.”
”No,” Don Juan answered, pensively, ”that man cannot be the White Scalper, or the maiden Carmela.”
”What makes you think so?”
”The mystery with which the man surrounds himself. The White Scalper, you must not forget, is a man for whom the nomadic life of the desert possesses too great charms for him to be willing to shut himself up. And then, what would be his reason for doing so? To keep a young girl prisoner? But Dona Carmela is no frail and timid woman, weakened by the mephitic air of cities, without will or strength. She is a brave and courageous maiden, with a resolute heart and strong arm, who would never have consented thus to bow her head beneath the yoke. A man, however strong he may be, is very weak, believe me, when he finds himself in presence of a woman, who says to him boldly--No! Woman, through the mere fact that she has generally only one thought at a time, is greatly superior to us, and nearly always attains the object she desires. And then again, for what reason can the White Scalper, who had in his hands a thousand unknown desert hiding places to conceal his captive from sight, have retired without any plausible motive to the vicinity of a town, in a populous country, where he must expect to attract suspicion and arouse attention? No, it is evident to me that you are mistaken.”
”Perhaps you are right; still, it is my duty to clear up the affair, and I will do so.”
”Certainly, you will act prudently by doing so. I confess that, were it possible, I should be happy to accompany you on your expedition. For even supposing, as I believe, that this man is not the White Scalper, it is probable that the mystery with which he surrounds himself conceals a crime, and that if your expedition does not meet with the result you suppose, it will have, at any rate, served to liberate a maiden who is the victim of odious tyranny.”
”Who knows?”
”Only one man, in my opinion, could put you on the trail of her we have so unfortunately lost, through the numerous relations he maintains with the Indians.”
”Whom do you mean?”
”Loyal Heart--”
”That is true. He was brought up by the Indians, and one of their tribes has adopted him. He would be better able than anybody to supply us with information.”
”Why have you not applied to him, then?”
”For the very simple reason that, on the day after the capture of the Larch-tree hacienda, Loyal Heart left us to return to his tribe, whither serious matters recalled him.”
”That is annoying,” the Colonel said thoughtfully.
”I know not why, but I feel convinced that this hunter, with whom I am but very slightly acquainted, as I only conversed with him once, and that but for ten minutes--I am convinced, I say, that this hunter may prove extremely useful to us in our search for the unfortunate Carmela.”
”Perhaps you are right, Colonel. This night, as I told you, I am to see Tranquil, and shall have a serious explanation with him. He is as interested as we are, perhaps more so, in the success of our researches.
He is a man of extreme prudence, and thoroughly conversant with the desert; I shall see what he says to me.”
”Insist, I beg, friend, on establis.h.i.+ng a friendly connection with Loyal Heart.”
”I shall not fail; besides, Tranquil is sure to know where to find him.”