Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction; Short stories
I had no desire to do so. I had grown mistrustful of my interference. It
had never been successful, and had not even appeared creditable. He was
gone. Well, let him go. And he had carried off the Royalist girl! Nothing
better. Vaya con Dios. This was not the time to bother about a deserter
who, justly or unjustly, ought to have been dead, and a girl for whom it
would have been better to have never been born.
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“So I marched my men back to the town.
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“After a few days, order having been re-established, all the principal
families, including my own, left for Santiago. We had a fine house there.
At the same time the division of Robles was moved to new cantonments near
the capital. This change suited very well the state of my domestic and
amorous feelings.
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“One night, rather late, I was called to my chief. I found General Robles
in his quarters, at ease, with his uniform off, drinking neat brandy out
of a tumbler—as a precaution, he used to say, against the
sleeplessness induced by the bites of mosquitoes. He was a good soldier,
and he taught me the art and practice of war. No doubt God has been
merciful to his soul; for his motives were never other than patriotic, if
his character was irascible. As to the use of mosquito nets, he considered
it effeminate, shameful—unworthy of a soldier. I noticed at the
first glance that his face, already very red, wore an expression of high
good-humour.
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“‘Aha! Senor teniente,’ he cried, loudly, as I saluted at the door.
‘Behold! Your strong man has turned up again.’
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“He extended to me a folded letter, which I saw was superscribed ‘To the
Commander-in-Chief of the Republican Armies.’
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“‘This,’ General Robles went on in his loud voice, ‘was thrust by a boy
into the hand of a sentry at the Quartel General, while the fellow stood
there thinking of his girl, no doubt—for before he could gather his
wits together the boy had disappeared amongst the market people, and he
protests he could not recognize him to save his life.’
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“‘My chief told me further that the soldier had given the letter to the
sergeant of the guard, and that ultimately it had reached the hands of our
generalissimo. His Excellency had deigned to take cognizance of it with
his own eyes. After that he had referred the matter in confidence to
General Robles.
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“The letter, senores, I cannot now recollect textually. I saw the
signature of Gaspar Ruiz. He was an audacious fellow. He had snatched a
soul for himself out of a cataclysm, remember. And now it was that soul
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