Peru -- History -- War of Independence, 1820-1829 -- Fiction
Jose, I think, felt rather relieved on hearing my news; while Santiago
laughed heartily, prophesying that, if the Spaniards were defeated, I
should in a few years be king, or at least president, of Peru.
"I had no idea," said he, "that you were so important a person. No
wonder Barejo wished to keep you shut up!"
That night we took it in turns to watch; but the governor attempted
nothing against us, and the next day we walked openly in the street
without molestation.
Colonel Miller had vanished into space, and for nearly a week we heard
nothing of him; then one morning an Indian scout rode wearily into the
town with the news that the Englishman was close at hand. Immediately
the people rushed out in hundreds to line the street, and to cheer the
returning warriors.
Jose stayed indoors with the major, but sent me out to get an early
word with our leader. Bright, alert, and cheery as ever, he rode at
the head of his troops, smiling and bowing to the inhabitants as they
greeted him with rousing cheers. Then came the soldiers--the cavalry
on dead-tired horses, the infantry on jaded mules--with a number of
prisoners in the midst.
The animals were tired enough; but the men! I can hardly describe
their condition. Their faces were haggard, their eyes heavy and
bloodshot; some were nearly asleep, others had scarcely strength to sit
upright. Very little grass had grown under their feet. As soon as
they were dismissed, the citizens pounced on them, taking them into the
houses, where food and drink were provided in abundance.
The governor had come out to meet the colonel, whom I expected to see
return with him; but at the last moment he turned aside, and with a
laughing exclamation went straight to his own quarters, whither I
followed him.
"Hullo, Crawford!" cried he. "So you didn't get La Hera?"
"No, sir; but we captured a major, and I wish to speak to you about
him."
"Won't it wait?" he asked, with a comical expression.
"I am afraid not, sir. The truth is, we've had a quarrel with the
governor, and--"
"You want to get in your version first! A very good plan. Well, fire
away, but don't make it long; I've a lot of things on hand."
By this time we had entered his room, and going straight to the heart
of the affair, I told my story in the fewest possible words. The
colonel listened with rather a grave face, and when I had finished he
said, "It's an awkward mess, especially just now. It's absolutely
necessary to keep friends with the governor, and I don't like this
tampering with the troops. But, of course, I won't have the prisoner
put in irons or treated differently from the rest. Bring him here now,
and I'll settle the matter at once."
"Yes, sir," said I, thankful to get off so lightly.
The colonel had already begun some fresh work when I returned with Jose
and the major, but he rose from his seat and saluted the Spaniard
courteously.
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