Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction; Short stories
and that this offer was accepted.
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“While on her way to Mendoza over the Pequena Pass she was betrayed by her
escort of Carreras’ men, and given up to the officer in command of a
Chilian fort on the upland at the foot of the main Cordillera range. This
atrocious transaction might have cost me dear, for as a matter of fact I
was a prisoner in Gaspar Ruiz’ camp when he received the news. I had been
captured during a reconnaissance, my escort of a few troopers being
speared by the Indians of his bodyguard. I was saved from the same fate
because he recognized my features just in time. No doubt my friends
thought I was dead, and I would not have given much for my life at any
time. But the strong man treated me very well, because, he said, I had
always believed in his innocence and had tried to serve him when he was a
victim of injustice.
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“‘And now,’ was his speech to me, ‘you shall see that I always speak the
truth. You are safe.’
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<p>
“I did not think I was very safe when I was called up to go to him one
night. He paced up and down like a wild beast, exclaiming, ‘Betrayed!
Betrayed!’
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<p>
“He walked up to me clenching his fists. ‘I could cut your throat.’
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“‘Will that give your wife back to you?’ I said as quietly as I could.
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“‘And the child!’ he yelled out, as if mad. He fell into a chair and
laughed in a frightful, boisterous manner. ‘Oh, no, you are safe.’
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“I assured him that his wife’s life was safe, too; but I did not say what
I was convinced of—that he would never see her again. He wanted war
to the death, and the war could only end with his death.
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“He gave me a strange, inexplicable look, and sat muttering blankly, ‘In
their hands. In their hands.’
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<p>
“I kept as still as a mouse before a cat.
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<p>
“Suddenly he jumped up. ‘What am I doing here?’ he cried; and opening the
door, he yelled out orders to saddle and mount. ‘What is it?’ he
stammered, coming up to me. ‘The Pequena fort; a fort of palisades!
Nothing. I would get her back if she were hidden in the very heart of the
mountain.’ He amazed me by adding, with an effort: ‘I carried her off in
my two arms while the earth trembled. And the child at least is mine. She
at least is mine!’
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“Those were bizarre words; but I had no time for wonder.
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“‘You shall go with me,’ he said, violently. ‘I may want to parley, and
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