Adventure stories; British -- Spain -- Fiction; Love stories; Spain -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction
"I did it, senor. I was there when they entered the wood, and I got in
his way in the dark and tripped him up when he was getting dangerously
close."
"By heavens, but you are as brave as you are sharp, Andreas," I said,
enthusiastically, giving him my hand. "And now for Calvarro’s."
We continued our journey, riding with the greatest caution, and nothing
occurred to interrupt us again. But the unexpected meeting with the
soldiers had rendered me profoundly uneasy, and very doubtful of the
safety of the place. This evidence that they were patrolling and
scouting in the immediate vicinity of Calvarro’s farm was very
disquieting; and even the indifferent way in which the soldiers were
doing the work did not reassure me.
I read in it more than mere chance work; for it looked much more likely
that they were acting upon information that some good hiding-places for
the Carlists were in the neighbourhood. The remark of one of the
pair—"We’re looking for houses, not men"—had ominous significance in
this respect. They were not merely patrolling the roads in search of me
and my two companions in response to messages sent by Rubio from
Calatayud, for in that case they would merely have watched the roads and
by-paths. They appeared to be one of a thoroughly organised system of
search parties sent out to scour the whole country side, to find all the
possible hiding-places and farms in the district where any Carlist
refugees could possibly be hidden. And if this were so, it seemed to me
so improbable as to be virtually impossible for Sarita’s hiding-place to
remain long undiscovered.
And this brought me once more face to face with a host of disturbing
perplexities as to her and my future action. To remain at a place which
the soldiers were likely to find was to plunge her into the almost
certain danger of arrest; while to leave it in the attempt to steal into
Daroca would, if the attempt were successful, bring me into still more
imminent peril at the hands of the Carlists who would, unless a miracle
chanced, discover my fraud. The dilemma baffled me.
I called Andreas to my side and explained to him fully my doubts in
regard to the soldiers’ movements, and I found then that to some extent
he shared them, as did also Cabrera. But the latter had a plan of his
own ready, founded on what I had said previously.
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