Captain Macklin: His MemoirsDavis, Richard Harding
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Captain Macklin: His Memoirs
Davis, Richard Harding
Adventure stories; Central America -- Fiction; Soldiers -- Fiction; United States Military Academy -- Fiction; War stories
“The code be hanged,” I said. “If I don’t turn up at dinner they’ll
say I’m afraid to show myself out of doors. Besides, if I must be shot
through the scarf-pin before breakfast to-morrow morning, I mean to have
a good dinner to-night.”
They left me, and I rode to the palace to make my daily report to the
president. I was relieved to find that both he and Webster were so deep
in affairs of state that they had heard nothing of my row in the Plaza,
nor of the duel to follow. They were happy as two children building
forts of sand on the sea-shore. They had rescinded taxes, altered the
tariffs, reorganized the law-courts, taken over the custom-houses
by telegraph, and every five minutes were receiving addresses from
delegations of prominent Honduranians. Nicaragua and Salvador had both
recognized their government, and concession hunters were already cooling
their heels in the ante-room. In every town and seaport the adherents of
Garcia had swung over to Laguerre and our government, and our flag was
now flying in every part of Honduras. It was the flag of Walker, with
the five-pointed blood-red star. We did not explain the significance of
the five points.
I reported that my scouts had located Alvarez and Garcia in the hills
some five miles distant from the capital, that they were preparing a
permanent camp there, and that they gave no evidence of any immediate
intention of attacking the city. General Laguerre was already informed
of the arrival of Mr. Fiske, and had arranged to give him an audience
the following morning. He hoped in this interview to make clear to him
how just was the people’s claim for the half million due them, and to
obtain his guaranty that the money should be paid.
As I was leaving the palace I met Aiken. He was in his most cynical
mood. He said that the air was filled with plots and counter-plots, and
that treachery stalked abroad. He had been unsuccessful in trying to
persuade the president to relieve Heinze of his command on Pecachua. He
wanted Von Ritter or myself put in his place.
“It is the key to the position,” Aiken said, “and if Heinze should sell
us out, we would have to run for our lives. These people are all smiles
and ‘vivas’ to-day because we are on top. But if we lost Pecachua, every
man of them would turn against us.”
I laughed and said: “We can trust Heinze. If I had your opinion of my
fellow-man, I’d blow my brains out.”
“If I hadn’t had such a low opinion of my fellow-man,” Aiken retorted,
“he’d have blown your brains out. Don’t forget that.”
“No one listens to me,” he said. “I consider that I am very hardly used.
For a consideration a friend of Alvarez told me where Alvarez had buried
most of the government money. I went to the cellar and dug it up and
turned it over to Laguerre. And what do you think he’s doing with it!”
Aiken exclaimed with indignation. “He’s going to give the government
troops their back pay, and the post-office clerks, and the peons who
worked on the public roads.”
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