Part 35 (2/2)

”They are taking it down now, your honour. Shall I give them another shot?”

”No, Mike; let them go. The lesson has been good enough.”

The sentry had also run into the room, on hearing the shot.

”It is all over,” Desmond said. ”Seeing that you prevented them from getting in at the door, they tried the window. Mike has shot one of them.”

There was a sound of feet and loud talking in the pa.s.sage, and as Desmond went out, the landlord, two of the serving men, and several of those staying at the hotel ran up.

”What is it, senor? We heard a shot.”

”Yes; a fellow tried to enter my window, by means of a ladder; but fortunately my man heard him, and shot him before he came in. No doubt it was some prowling marauder, who, seeing my window open, thought that there was a chance of plunder.”

”Carrambo!” the landlord exclaimed, ”then we shall have enquiries, and all sorts of trouble.”

”I don't think you will,” Desmond said quietly. ”I fancy he had some friends down below, and they will probably carry his body and the ladder away, and, if you hold your tongues, nothing more will be heard of it.

”Mike, do you and the sentry take a lantern and go down and see.”

The landlord looked out of the window.

”As far as I can see, everything is quiet there,” he said. ”Are you sure that your servant was not dreaming?”

”That you will soon ascertain, if you go down with him,” Desmond said. ”I fancy that you will find some traces of the affair there.”

The landlord, followed by his two servants, went down with the soldiers, and then, lighting a lantern and handing it to them, went out, keeping carefully behind them.

”There,” Mike said, when he stopped under Desmond's window; ”does that look like a dream?” and he pointed to a patch of blood on the pavement.

”It is true enough,” the landlord said.

”Pedro and Lopez, fetch pails of water and brooms, and get rid of this blood, otherwise we shall be having enquiries made in the morning.”

Mike returned to his master, at whose door the sergeant and the other troopers were standing.

”There is no occasion, sergeant,” Desmond had just said, ”to keep a sentry at the door any longer. We can be quite sure that we shall not be disturbed again before morning, and indeed, I am not likely to sleep after this.”

”Very well, sir; but if you don't mind, I will keep a sentry on watch.”

”Just as you like, sergeant, but I feel sure there is no occasion for it. Still, after what has happened, it may perhaps be wise to do so.”

”Well, Mike,” Desmond said, when they were again alone, ”the campaign has opened with spirit. This is something like that journey with the Baron de Pointdexter, when we expected to be attacked every minute.”

”Well, we got through that all right, your honour, and it is hard if we don't get through this.”

At six o'clock, a volley of musketry was fired.

”They are practising early, sir,” Mike said.

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