Adventure stories; British -- Spain -- Fiction; Love stories; Spain -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction
Nor was this all. As the appointed hour approached a single horseman
came riding at a sharp trot from the other direction; and he, too,
apparently joined the group waiting by the wood. He seemed to have
brought news, for soon after his arrival a man came on foot from the
coppice to the crest of the hill, stood a moment shading his eyes and
staring across the deep dip which the road made at the spot. After
staring thus for perhaps two minutes, he made a sign to his companions
and retraced his steps.
One thing was at any rate certain from this—the young King was expected;
and this meant much.
A pause of some ten minutes followed; during which the scrutiny of the
road was renewed twice, and the second time the lookout appeared to see
what he sought. I turned my glasses upon the road, and saw a horseman
spurring with all possible speed in our direction. He dashed down the
one hill at breakneck speed, and spurred and flogged his horse up the
next to where the others were awaiting him.
Almost directly afterwards I saw them commence their preparations; and I
jumped to the conclusion that his news was that the royal carriage was
close at hand.
Six men came out on foot. Four went down the hill, concealed themselves
in some bushes that grew by the wayside, and two went farther down,
almost to the bottom of the dip, and hid there. Presently two others
sauntered slowly a little way down the hill, and directly afterwards the
carriage I had formerly seen came out from behind the wood and stood
drawn up just far enough from the hill brow to be out of sight of anyone
coming up.
Altogether a fairly effective disposition of forces. The royal carriage
was to pass the first two at the bottom of the decline and to be stopped
by the four posted in the middle. If by a mishap it got past the four,
the two at the top would stop it: if it was turned back, the two at the
bottom would act; while in any case all of them would be almost
instantly available for an attack in force.
As I turned my glasses anxiously along the road to see whether the young
King was coming toward the trap so cunningly laid for him, I felt my
heart beginning to beat with the strain of the excitement, and
involuntarily I caught my breath and started when I saw a slight cloud
of dust in the distance which told of the King’s approach.
The drama now developed quickly enough to satisfy the most voracious
lover of incident. The dust cloud grew larger and larger, till at
length I could make out the carriage quite distinctly, and saw that
Quesada’s information had been absolutely correct. There were no
outriders, no escort of any kind, and the only servants on the carriage
were a coachman and footman, both on the box. What insanity, I thought,
to abandon even ordinary precautions at such a time! And what must not
be Quesada’s influence even at the palace to get this effected on the
flimsy pretence of showing trust in the people!
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