Adventure stories; British -- Spain -- Fiction; Love stories; Spain -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction
"I have seen you. You will give me your hand—the hand that has put such
life into the cause. God’s blessing on you. ’Counting all renegades
lovers of Satan. By the grace of God.’" He uttered the formula with
all the air of a devout enthusiast; and I gazed at him, keeping a stern
set expression on my face the while, and wondering what on earth he
meant by the jargon. "And you are indeed Ferdinand Carbonnell?" he said
again, fixing his glowing eyes on me as he held my hand.
"I am Ferdinand Carbonnell," I assented, nodding my head and wishing he
would go.
"I have made the arrangements required of me. When the little guest
arrives he will be in safe and absolutely secret keeping."
"What little guest?" I asked.
"Yes, indeed, what little guest? For what is he now but a guest and a
usurper, like a pilfering cuckoo in the eagle’s eyrie? Why has it never
been done before? Why left to you to propose? But it will change
everything—a magnificent stroke," and his voice trembled with
earnestness and, as it struck me now, with deep sincerity.
Was he after all no more than a madman? In a moment I ran rapidly over
the facts as I knew them, and a suspicion darted into my mind. I
resolved to probe further.
"Sit down again, senor. I have thought of something," I said, and
placed wine and tobacco before him. We rolled our cigarettes and lighted
them; and all the time I was casting about for the best method of
pumping him without betraying myself. "It may, after all, be more
convenient for you to tell me how matters stand. What precisely have
you done in that matter? Assume that I know nothing," I said, with a
wave of the hand.
He was seemingly flattered by the request, and answered readily.
"I have done my utmost to organise my district. Of the lists of names
given me there is not one I have not sounded, and about whom I cannot
say precisely, ’He is for us,’ or, ’He is against us.’ I know to a
peseta what funds would be forthcoming on demand, and what reserve there
would be for emergencies. There is not a rifle, sword, or revolver that
is not scheduled and listed carefully."
"Good. These things are in your reports," I said, making a shot.
"So far as desired of me," he answered. "The totals."
"Exactly! Well?"
"When the great coup was devised, I was sounded only as to whether there
was in my district a place so safe and secret that a little guest, a
boy, could be hidden there indefinitely; and I know of just such a spot
in the mountains to the north of Huesca, where a guest, little or big,
boy or man, can be hidden in absolute secrecy. And so I reported. I
know no more; but I have guessed."
"It is dangerous to guess, Senor Pelayo," I said, with an air of
mystery.
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