The Free Lances: A Romance of the Mexican ValleyReid, Mayne
History
The Free Lances: A Romance of the Mexican Valley
Reid, Mayne
Mexico -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction
Thus appealed to, the gaol-governor stood for a time silent, evidently
cudgelling his brains. He made mental review of all that had been told
him about the behaviour of the young ladies, both before they were
turned out of the carriage and after. He was himself aware of certain
relations, friendly at least, supposed to exist between one of them and
one of the escaped prisoners, and had thought it strange, too, that
particular equipage being chosen. Still, from all he could gather,
after ample inquiry, he was forced to the conclusion that the thing was
unpremeditated--at least on the part of the ladies.
This was still his belief, after reflecting as he had been enjoined to
do. In support of it he stated the facts as represented to him, how the
Senoritas had been forced from their carriage, almost pitched into the
street, their costly dresses dirtied and damaged, themselves showing
wildest affright. Still, this was strange, too, on the part of the
Condesa; and, in fine, Don Pedro, after further cross-questioning, was
unable to say whether there had been connivance or not.
After giving such an unsatisfactory account of the matter he was
dismissed, rather brusquely; and returned to the Acordada, with an ugly
apprehension that instead of continuing governor of this grand gaol,
with a handsome salary and snug quarters, he might ere long be himself
the occupant of one of its cells, set apart for common prisoners.
CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT.
THE REPORT OF THE PURSUER.
With unappeased impatience the Dictator awaited the return of the
pursuing party, or some news of it. The last he in time received at
first hand from the lips of its leader, who, after nightfall, had
hastened back to the city and reported himself at the Palace.
"You have taken them?" interrogated Santa Anna, as the Hussar officer,
no longer in a glitter of gold lace, but dim with sweat and dust, was
ushered into his presence.
He put the question doubtingly; indeed, from the expression of
Santander's face, almost sure of receiving a negative answer. Negative
it was--
"Not yet, Sire; I regret to say they are still at large."
The rejoinder was preceded by a string of exclamatory phrases, ill
becoming the Chief of the State. But Santa Anna, being a soldier,
claimed a soldier's privilege of swearing, and among his familiars was
accustomed to it as any common trooper. After venting a strong
ebullition of oaths, he calmed down a little, saying--
"Give me a full account of what you've seen and done."
This was rendered in detail, from the time of the pursuit being entered
upon till it had ended abortively, by the coming on of night.
Chancing to be in the Maza, the Colonel said, when word reached him of
what had occurred in the Calle de Plateros, he made all haste to pursue
with a squadron of Hussars. Why he took so many, was that he might be
able to send a force along every road, in case it should be necessary.
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