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
"_Carramba_, yes!" continued the proscript. "'Tis quite true we do a
little in the plundering line--now and then. We need doing it, Don
Florencio. But for that, I mightn't have been able to set so good a
breakfast before you; nor wines of such quality, nor yet these
delectable cigars. If you look to the right down there, you'll see the
_pueblo_ of San Augustin, and just outside its suburbs, a large yellow
house. From that came our last supply of drinkable and smokeable
materials, including those here, mahogany and everything. A forced
contribution, as I've hinted at. But, Senor, I should be sorry to have
you think we levy blackmail indiscriminately. He from whom they were
taken is one of our bitterest enemies; equally an enemy of our country.
'Twas all in the way of reprisal; fair, as you'll admit, when you come
to comprehend the circumstances."
"I comprehend them now," returned the listener, relieved, "quite; and I
trust you'll accept my apology."
"_Sans arriere pensee_," responded the Mexican, who could speak French,
if not English, "I do frankly, freely. No reproach to you for supposing
us robbers. I believe many others do, among whom we make appearance.
Southward, however, in the State of Oaxaca, we are better known as `the
Free Lances'; a title not so appropriate, either, since our weapons are
only at the disposal of the Republic--our lives as well."
"But," questioned Kearney, "may I ask why you are habited as I now see
you?"
"For a good reason, _amigo_. It adds to our security, giving all sorts
of opportunities. Throughout Mexico, the cowl of the monk is the best
passport a man could be provided with. Wearing it, we go about among
the mountain villages without suspicion, the people believing that this
old monastery, so long abandoned as to have been forgotten, has again
become the dwelling-place of a religious order. Of course we don't
allow any of the rustics to approach it. Luckily, they are not curious
enough to care for that, against the toil of climbing up here. If they
attempt it, we have sentinels to stay them. For ourselves, we have
learned to play the part of the holy friar, so that there would be
difficulty in detecting the counterfeit. As it chances, we have with us
one or two who once wore the cowl. These perverts have taught us all
the tricks and passwords current among the fraternity. Hitherto they
have availed us, and I trust will, till the time arrives for our casting
off our cassock, and putting on the soldier's coat. That day is not
distant, Don Florencio; nearer than I expected, from what my comrades
have told me since we came up. The State of Oaxaca is disaffected; as,
indeed, the whole southern side of Acapulco, and a _grito_ is
anticipated ere long--possibly within a month. Alvarez, who controls in
that quarter, will be the man to raise it; and the old Pinto chief will
expect to be joined by the `Free Lances.' Nor will he be disappointed.
We are all burning to be at it.
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