Morley Ashton: A Story of the Sea. Volume 1 (of 3)Grant, James
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Morley Ashton: A Story of the Sea. Volume 1 (of 3)
Grant, James
Fiction; Sea stories; Yellowback books
"On beholding this, a shudder passed over his brown and muscular
frame, and turning up the dead face, now livid, white and horrible,
with fallen jaw, and glazed eyes, he exclaimed, in a piercing and
terrible voice:
"'_Mia madre! mia madre!_'
"He had decapitated his own mother!"
CHAPTER V.
SUSPICION.
While the ladies listened breathlessly, and uttered proper
exclamations of horror, the narrator, with their permission, lighted
a cigar, and, squatting on the ground in the Texan mode, continued
his story.
"Zuares grovelled in the dust, so dismounting, I picked up the
blood-spotted dollars, and was in the act of pocketing them, when a
musket flashed in the dark, leafy hollow, a bullet whizzed past my
left ear, and----"
"What! did you actually take the poor woman's dollars?" exclaimed
Morley.
"Of course," replied Hawkshaw, coolly; "would you have had me leave
them on the mountain road?"
"Yes; perhaps no; but----"
"_Caramba!_" said Hawkshaw, angrily, but using his favourite Spanish
interjection, "in such a country as that, I was not such a thundering
muff."
"Go on, please. What followed, pray?" asked Ethel.
"I took up the money that lay on the road. You, Mr. Ashton, may call
it robbery, perhaps--granted. But what do the best men in England,
yearly, at the Oaks, the Derby, and elsewhere? Oh, there is no such
thing as robbery on the turf, of course. Well, where was I?"
"A musket was fired at you," said Rose.
"Exactly, and then I saw Pedro Barradas, a vast and bulky Spanish
seaman, whom, unfortunately, I knew too well, advancing towards me,
with his Albacete knife tied by a handkerchief bayonet-wise to the
muzzle of his piece. He was a ferocious fellow, and I knew that,
when he and Zuares were so far inland, rapine and robbery were their
sole objects and means of subsistence.
"These brothers once carried off a poor boy, the son of a widow, who
resided near the Laguna d'Alvarado, and kept him among their
companions in the mountains, till his mother was well-nigh
distracted. A ransom of fifty duros was required by a padre, whom
they sent as their messenger. She sent twenty--all she could borrow
or scrape together; but, instead of her boy, she received back one of
his ears, with a message that other parts of him, perhaps his
_cabeza_ (head) would follow, if the fifty duros were not forthcoming.
"The money was collected and intrusted to the padre, who, unknown to
himself, was followed by twenty soldiers, sent by the commandant of
Orizaba, with special orders to shoot the Barradas and their
companions.
"Pedro saw these men approaching, and, believing that the padre had
betrayed them, he pocketed the dollars, and with his stiletto stabbed
the bearer and the boy to the heart, and fled to the woods of the Rio
Blanco.
"Such was the character of the fellow who now advanced against me.
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