The war maker : $b Being the true story of Captain George B. BoyntonSmith, Horace Herbert
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The war maker : $b Being the true story of Captain George B. Boynton
Smith, Horace Herbert
Filibusters
It was late when we finished our talk and I made the mistake of
spending the night with Hefferman who, as it turned out, was vaguely
suspected of being disloyal to Hippolyte, or at least out of
sympathy with him, though there was no notion that he was Mannigat’s
confidential agent. As a result of my long visit to the German, the
mistaken suspicion was created that I had come to Hayti to plot against
the President and was trying to draw Hefferman into my plans. This
suspicion soon became apparent. Halstead and Belford told me there was
no doubt, from what they had heard at the palace and elsewhere, that
Hippolyte thought I had lied to him and believed I was there to make
trouble for him. On the sixth day after my arrival Belford told me he
was to take me on the “Toussaint” the next day, ostensibly to convey
me to Santo Domingo, but that he had secret orders, from Hippolyte
himself, to see to it that I “fell overboard” well out at sea and was
not rescued. He begged me to get out of the country that day, as he
would have to obey orders or “walk the plank” himself. Halstead brought
me word that I was to be arrested the next day and he was positive that
I was to be “shot while attempting to escape” or put out of the way in
some such fashion. That made it look as though the old scoundrel meant
business and I concluded to give him the slip. Halstead declared he
was going with me and as I knew I could rely on him I let him arrange
the details of our departure. Pretending that he was going to Jacmel
he sent his trunk and mine, both marked as his own, on board a Dutch
steamship which had come into port that morning and was to leave the
next day.
Against the protests of both Halstead and Belford I paid Hippolyte a
parting call that afternoon. I thanked him for his courtesy and the
order for arms and told him I would be ready to sail the next morning
on the “Toussaint,” which I expected would be waiting for me. The old
villain was in his happiest mood and even joked with me about latter
day conditions in Hayti as compared with those which had existed when
I was there before. If I had not known what was in his mind I might
have thought he was simply glad I was going away without having stirred
up any trouble for him, but, knowing his murderous plans, I appreciated
that he was gloating over me. The strange situation amused me so that I
laughed immoderately at his jokes and, as all of his gloating was to be
in anticipation, I let him enjoy himself to his fill.
“Good-bye, my friend,” he said as I was leaving. “I wish you a quiet
and peaceful trip to-morrow.”
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