Part 32 (1/2)
”You surely did not”--Paloma swallowed hard--”come alone?”
”No. I have a duty to my country. I said, 'Luis, you are a brave man, and fear is a stranger to you, but, nevertheless, you must have regard for the Fatherland'; so I took measures to protect myself in case of eventualities.”
”How?”
”By bringing with me some of my troopers. Oh, they are peaceable fellows!” he declared, quickly; ”and they are doubtless enjoying themselves with our friend and sympathizer, Morales.”
”Where?” asked Alaire.
”I left them at your pumping-plant, senora.” Paloma Jones sat down heavily in the nearest chair. ”But you need have no uneasiness. They are quiet and orderly; they will molest nothing; no one would believe them to be soldiers. I take liberties with the laws and the customs of your country, dear lady, but--you would not care for a man who allowed such considerations to stand in his way, eh?”
Alaire answered, sharply: ”It was a very reckless thing to do, and--you must not remain here.”
”Yes, yes!” Paloma eagerly agreed. ”You must go back at once.”
But Longorio heard no voice except Alaire's. In fact, since entering the living-room he had scarcely taken his eyes from her. Now he drew his evenly arched brows together in a plaintive frown, saying, ”You are inhospitable!” Then his expression lightened. ”Or is it,” he asked--”is it that you are indeed apprehensive for me?”
Alaire tried to speak quietly. ”I should never forgive myself if you came to harm here at my ranch.”
Longorio sighed. ”And I hoped for a warmer welcome--especially since I have done you another favor. You saw that hombre who came with me?”
”Yes.”
”Well, you would never guess that it is your Jose Sanchez, whom I prevailed upon to return to your employ. But it is no other; and he comes to beg your forgiveness for leaving. He was distracted at the news of his cousin's murder, and came to me--”
”His cousin was not murdered.”
”Exactly! I told him so when I had learned the facts. A poor fellow this Panfilo--evidently a very bad man, indeed--but Jose admired him and was harboring thoughts of revenge. I said to him: 'Jose, my boy, it is better to do nothing than to act wrongly. Since it was G.o.d's will that your cousin came to a bad end, why follow in his footsteps? You will not make a good soldier. Go back to your beautiful employer, be loyal to her, and think no more about this unhappy affair.' It required some argument, I a.s.sure you, but--he is here. He comes to ask your forgiveness and to resume his position of trust.”
”I am glad to have him back if he feels that way. I have nothing whatever to forgive him.”
”Then he will be happy, and I have served you. That is the end of the matter.” With a graceful gesture Longorio dismissed the subject. ”Is it to be my pleasure,” he next inquired, ”to meet Senor Austin, your husband?”
”I am afraid not.”
”Too bad. I had hoped to know him and convince him that we Federales are not such a bad people as he seems to think. We ought to be friends, he and I. Every loyal Mexican, in these troublesome times, desires the goodwill and friends.h.i.+p of such important personages as Senor Austin.
This animosity is a sad thing.”
Under this flow of talk Paloma stirred uneasily, and at the first opportunity burst out: ”It's far from safe for you to remain here, General Longorio. This neighborhood is terribly excited over the death of Ricardo Guzman, and if any one learned--”
”So! Then this Guzman is dead?” Longorio inquired, with interest.
”Isn't he?” blurted Paloma.
”Not so far as I can learn. Only to-day I made official report that nothing whatever could be discovered about him. Certainly he is nowhere in Romero, and it is my personal belief that the poor fellow was either drowned in the river or made way with for his money. Probably the truth will never be known. It is a distressing event, but I a.s.sure you my soldiers do not kill American citizens. It is our boast that Federal territory is safe; one can come or go at will in any part of Mexico that is under Potosista control. I sincerely hope that we have heard the last of this Guzman affair.”
Longorio had come to spend the evening, and his keen pleasure in Alaire Austin's company made him so indifferent to his personal safety that nothing short of a rude dismissal would have served to terminate his visit. Neither Alaire nor her companion, however, had the least idea how keenly he resented the presence of Paloma Jones. Ed Austin's absence he had half expected, and he had wildly hoped for an evening, an hour, a few moments, alone with the object of his desires. Jose's disclosures, earlier in the day, had opened the general's eyes; they had likewise inflamed him with jealousy and with pa.s.sion, and accordingly he had come prepared to force his attentions with irresistible fervor should the slightest opportunity offer. To find Alaire securely chaperoned, therefore, and to be compelled to press his ardent advances in the presence of a third party, was like gall to him; the fact that he made the most of his advantages, even at the cost of scandalizing Paloma, spoke volumes for his determination.
It was a remarkable wooing; on the one hand this half-savage man, gnawed by jealousy, heedless of the illicit nature of his pa.s.sion, yet held within the bounds of decorum by some f.a.g-end of respectability; and on the other hand, a woman, bored, resentful, and tortured at the moment by fear about what was happening at the river-bank.
Alaire, too, had a further cause for worry. Of late Ed Austin had grown insultingly suspicious. More than once he had spoken of Dave Law in a way to make his wife's face crimson, and he had wilfully misconstrued her recital of Longorio's attentions. Fearing, therefore, that in spite of Paloma Jones's presence Ed would resent the general's call, Alaire strained her ears for the sound of his coming.