Part 52 (1/2)

”No, it was _muera_,” replied the negro.

”You are mistaken, I think, Clara.”

”No, I repeat it,--it was _muera_!”

Not having inquired from the hors.e.m.e.n whether San Carlos was in the power of the royalists or insurgents, Don Cornelio remained as undecided upon that point as ever.

A considerable time pa.s.sed, and still Costal did not return.

”Suppose I gallop forward a bit,” suggested Clara, ”and see whether I can meet him?”

The Captain having become uneasy about the prolonged absence of Costal, a.s.sented to this proposition; but at the same time directed the black to return in a quarter of an hour, if Costal did not make his appearance within that time.

CHAPTER SIXTY SIX.

DON CORNELIO A CAPTIVE.

Almost as soon as Clara had ridden out of sight, Don Cornelio began to count the minutes. The quarter of an hour appeared a whole one; and, when it had pa.s.sed, with no signs of either returning, he became more than uneasy--he felt alarm.

In order to create some distraction for his thoughts, he rode gently forward--on the same path by which his two companions had gone. Not meeting either, he kept on for another quarter of an hour. Becoming still more alarmed, he was about to make a halt, when he saw lights that seemed to go and come along the summits of the trees that appeared at some distance before him. These lights had flashed into view at a turn of the road.

On looking more attentively, he perceived that the ground sloped up from the place which he occupied; and he was now enabled to distinguish the outlines of a vast building, the windows of which were so brilliantly illuminated from the inside, that one might have fancied the house to be on fire. Outside, upon the _azotea_, blazing torches appeared to be carried backward and forward. It was these that had first attracted the eye of Don Cornelio, who, on account of the elevation at which they were seen, fancied them to be moving among the tops of the trees!

There was something too unnatural in these blazing torches, agitated by the night breeze--but more especially in the strange lights that shone through the windows--now red, now blue, and then of a pale violet colour, and in an instant changing from one hue to another--something so fantastically singular, that Don Cornelio suddenly drew up, without daring to advance a pace further.

The superst.i.tious ideas with which Costal had entertained him during their journey now came into his mind; and, despite his disbelief in them, he could not help conjuring up fancies almost as absurd. He remembered the bull fulminated against the insurgents by the Bishop of Oajaca--representing them as spirits of darkness--and he began to fancy there must be some truth in it, and that he was now within view of these very demons. The silence that reigned around tended to strengthen this fancy--which was now further confirmed by the sight of a phantom-like figure clothed in white, seen for a moment gliding among the trees, and then as suddenly vanis.h.i.+ng out of sight. The phantom appeared to have come from the direction of the illuminated building--as if fleeing from some danger that there menaced it.

The Captain made the sign of the cross, and then sat motionless in his saddle--uncertain whether to remain where he was, or to gallop back to the ford.

While thus irresolute, and asking himself whether the phantom he had seen might have been a stray reflection of one of the torches, the lights all at once disappeared from the upper part of the building.

At the same moment four or five hors.e.m.e.n issued forth from the shadow of the walls, and galloped towards him, uttering loud yells. Don Cornelio perceived that his presence was discovered; but to put this beyond doubt, a light at the moment flashed up among the hors.e.m.e.n, followed by the report of a carbine, and the hissing of a bullet, which pa.s.sed close to his ears.

He no longer hesitated as to whether he should stand or fly. The bullet was sufficient cue for flight; and, wheeling round, he set off in full gallop towards the river.

Trained by the misfortunes which had occurred to him, from the mistaken economy of his worthy father, Don Cornelio had ever since felt an aversion to second-rate horses, and on the present journey he had taken care to provide himself with a good one. Knowing the fact, he had fair hopes of being able to distance his pursuers. Driving his spurs deeply into the ribs of his horse, he permitted the animal to choose its own course--so long as it carried him in a direction opposite to that from which he was pursued.

Forgetting all about Costal and Clara, he rode away like the wind; and, in all likelihood, would have got clear beyond the reach of his pursuers, but for an unforeseen misfortune. In pa.s.sing a gigantic cypress his horse stumbled upon its projecting roots, and came head foremost to the ground--flinging his rider out of the saddle with such force that, but for the softness of the spot on which he fell, some of his bones would undoubtedly have suffered fracture.

He was but little damaged by the fall, and, before he could get to his feet, and recover his horse, one of the pursuers had ridden up, and casting out a lazo, noosed him round the body.

To whom was the captain a prisoner?

Of this he was completely ignorant, still uncertain as to who were in possession of the hacienda. As soon as he had regained his feet, however, a voice cried out, interrogatively, ”For Spain, or the Independence?”

Before making answer, Don Cornelio looked up. Half-a-dozen men had arrived upon the ground, and encircled him in their midst, forming a menacing cordon around him. Of one and all the aspect was sinister and doubtful.

”Spain, or the Independence?” repeated the voice, in a more threatening tone.