Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction; Short stories
The danger is not in the
loss of time, but in this—that the movement of the walls may prevent
a door being opened at all. This was what had happened to us. We were
trapped, and we had no help to expect from anybody. There is no man in my
country who will go into a house when the earth trembles. There never was—except
one: Gaspar Ruiz.
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“He had come out of whatever hole he had been hiding in outside, and had
clambered over the timbers of the destroyed porch. Above the awful
subterranean groan of coming destruction I heard a mighty voice shouting
the word ‘Erminia!’ with the lungs of a giant. An earthquake is a great
leveller of distinctions. I collected all my resolution against the terror
of the scene. ‘She is here,’ I shouted back. A roar as of a furious wild
beast answered me—while my head swam, my heart sank, and the sweat
of anguish streamed like rain off my brow.
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“He had the strength to pick up one of the heavy posts of the porch.
Holding it under his armpit like a lance, but with both hands, he charged
madly the rocking house with the force of a battering-ram, bursting open
the door and rushing in, headlong, over our prostrate bodies. I and the
General picking ourselves up, bolted out together, without looking round
once till we got across the road. Then, clinging to each other, we beheld
the house change suddenly into a heap of formless rubbish behind the back
of a man, who staggered towards us bearing the form of a woman clasped in
his arms. Her long black hair hung nearly to his feet. He laid her down
reverently on the heaving earth, and the moonlight shone on her closed
eyes.
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“Senores, we mounted with difficulty. Our horses getting up plunged madly,
held by the soldiers who had come running from all sides. Nobody thought
of catching Gaspar Ruiz then. The eyes of men and animals shone with wild
fear. My general approached Gaspar Ruiz, who stood motionless as a statue
above the girl. He let himself be shaken by the shoulder without detaching
his eyes from her face.
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“‘Que guape!’ shouted the General in his ear. ‘You are the bravest man
living. You have saved my life. I am General Robles. Come to my quarters
to-morrow if God gives us the grace to see another day.’
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“He never stirred—as if deaf, without feeling, insensible.
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“We rode away for the town, full of our relations, of our friends, of
whose fate we hardly dared to think. The soldiers ran by the side of our
horses. Everything was forgotten in the immensity of the catastrophe
overtaking a whole country.”
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