On Foreign Service; Or, The Santa Cruz RevolutionJeans, T. T. (Thomas Tendron)
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On Foreign Service; Or, The Santa Cruz Revolution
Jeans, T. T. (Thomas Tendron)
Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Fiction; Seafaring life -- Fiction; South America -- Fiction
Officers with green and black badges in their caps and helmets came
backwards and forwards from the city for orders, and some of them, I
saw, had done just as Gerald had said, simply turned the badges round
and inked out the yellow stripe. It made me laugh, but he kept a face
as sober as a judge, and sent them flying here, there, and everywhere,
and they clicked their heels, saluted, and rushed off, as if he had
always been their Commanding Officer. I don’t expect they would have
dared come among our little chaps without blacking out the yellow
stripe, although now, with their stomachs full, they were quite peaceful
and contented, and went to sleep on the slope below the fort or sat
drying themselves in the sun, and forgot, for a time, about looting the
city.
Mr. Arnstein, the German Minister, came out during the morning to
arrange for the safety of European property, and as he was an old friend
of my brother, was jolly pleasant. Whilst they were yarning together de
Costa’s Secretary drove hurriedly across the drawbridge, to say very
excitedly that the New President and the Provisional Government were
coming up the mountain road from Los Angelos, and wanted to see Gerald.
Gerald sent him back again as quickly as he’d come.
’I’m hanged if I’m going down there,’ he told me. ’For one thing, I
daren’t leave these chaps of mine. I’ve told him that it’s simply
impossible for me to leave San Sebastian, and told him to warn de Costa
to bring along as many regulars as he can get hold of—as soon as they’ve
shifted their badges.
’We shall have them here as soon as they can come,’ he added, smiling.
’They’ll be so frightened lest I seize the palace and become Dictator
before they can get hold of it, that they’ll come along like "one
o’clock."’
He was right too. An hour later de Costa and the whole of the
Provisional Government came rattling across the drawbridge, and simply
threw themselves on old Gerald; they would have kissed him if he’d only
taken his pipe out of his mouth, but as they’d got hold of both his
hands he couldn’t. They shook my hands, too, till they ached, and then
went away to take up their quarters in the palace, feeling more easy in
their minds, I expect, about that Dictatorship.
I wished that they had never come, for one of them had a note for me
from the Commander of the _Hercules_, ordering me back on board as soon
as possible.
I showed it to Gerald. ’Confound the ship, I’ll have to go back at
once.’
He got me a horse, and sent the ’Gnome’ down with me in case there was
any trouble on the road, shouting out, ’Good-bye! Hope to see you up
again before long,’ as we clattered out of San Sebastian. I shouted
’_Buenos! Buenos!_’ to the little brown chaps, a great number of them
jumping up and giving me a fine ’send off’ as we cantered down to the
city.
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