The Smuggler Chief: A Novel. Aimard Gustave
obliged to lay down my life in satisfying my desire?"
"But again I say – "
"Well, know then, brother, that I have learned her name, and it is Doña Maria y Soto-Mayor."
"What are you saying?"
"And that she is the daughter of our host, Don Juan de Dios-Souza y Soto-Mayor."
"And you love her?" Diego exclaimed.
"Must I repeat it again?" Leon remarked impetuously.
"Malediction!" said the half-breed.
"Yes, malediction, is it not? for Maria is eternally lost to me; she will take the veil shortly, and the hopes I entertained of being able to drag her out of the walls of that convent are blighted."
"To marry her?" Diego remarked, mockingly.
"Nonsense, Leon, my friend: you are mad. What, you, the smuggler, marry a Señora, the daughter of a gentleman! No, you cannot suppose such a thing."
"Silence, Diego, silence! for the more that I feel the impossibility of possessing the girl, the more I feel that I love her."
And the young man, crushed by sorrow, fell into a seat by Diego's side.
"And do you believe," the latter continued, after a moment's silence, "that there is no hope of delaying her in taking the veil?"
"How do I know? Besides, of what good is it, as you said just now – can I think of the daughter of General Soto-Mayor? No, all is lost!"
"Remember the Spanish proverb – 'Nothing is certain but death and the tax gatherer.'"
For a moment past, the half-breed's face had become animated with a singular expression, which would not have escaped Leon, had not the latter been entirely absorbed in the thought of losing her whom he loved.
"What do you mean?" he asked Diego.
"Listen patiently, for the question I am going to ask you is intended to fix an important determination in my mind."
"I am listening," the young man said.
"Do you really love Doña Maria?"
At this question, which might seem, at the least, inopportune after what Leon had just stated, the latter frowned angrily; but on noticing the half-breed's serious face, he understood that it was not for the purpose of making a jest of his despair that Diego had revived the fire which was burning in his bosom.
"If I do not see her again, I shall die," the young man replied, simply.
"You shall not die, brother, for within a fortnight she will be at your knees."
Leon knew the half-breed, and that he was a man who never promised in vain: hence he did not dare doubt, and merely raised his eyes and questioned him with a look.
"Within a fortnight she will be at your knees," the half-breed slowly repeated; "but till then, not a word, not a sign of recollection, reproach, impatience, or amazement, but passive obedience."
"Thanks, brother," Leon contented himself with answering, as he held out his hand to Diego, who pressed it in his.
"And now let us sleep, so that tomorrow our foreheads may be less burning, and we may be able to set to work."
Then, putting out the candles, the two men threw themselves on their beds, without exchanging another word, for each was anxious to reflect upon the course he should pursue.
Neither slept: Leon thought of Maria and the means Diego might employ to fulfil the pledge he had made; while Diego had in his head a ready-traced plan, whose success appeared to him certain, as it was connected with a far more dangerous affair.
At daybreak they rose, and kneeling down in the middle of the room, took each other by the hand, and devoutly said their prayers. Anyone would have been astonished who had overheard what these two men asked of God – the God of mercy and goodness! Their prayer ended, they went down into the garden; the night storm had entirely passed away, the sun was rising in a flood of transparent vapour, and everything announced a magnificent day.
Shortly after their arrival, they perceived the general, who came to meet them with a regular step and a joyous face.
"Well, gentlemen," he shouted to them, so soon as he saw them, "how did you pass the night?"
"Excellently, general," Leon replied; "and my friend and myself both thank you sincerely for your kind hospitality."
"At your age a man can sleep anywhere," the general continued, with a pleasant smile. "Oh, youth!" he added, with a sigh of regret, "happy time, which flies, alas! too quickly." Then becoming serious; "As for the slight service which I have had the pleasure of rendering you, you will disoblige me by thanking me for so simple a thing."
After a few more words from him, dictated by politeness, the three men walked round the garden several times, and, to Leon's great surprise, Diego did not allude to their departure; but as the young man did not know the Vaquero's line of conduct as to the prospects which he nursed, he waited.
Don Juan was the first to break the silence.
"Gentlemen," he said, stopping at the corner of a shady walk, "be good enough, I pray, not to take in ill part what I am about to say – you are smugglers, I believe?"
"Yes, sir," replied Diego, amazed at the old gentleman's perspicuity.
"This discovery does not injure you at all in my opinion," continued the general, who had noticed the look of surprise exchanged by the two friends. "I have frequently had dealings with gentlemen of your profession, and have had always cause to be pleased with them; and I trust that the relations which may be established between us will prove advantageous to both parties."
"Speak, sir."
The Vaquero was all ears, and examined the general with a distrust which the latter did not notice, or feigned not to notice.
"This is the matter, gentlemen. I am obliged, owing to certain family reasons, to undertake a journey to Valdivia, where my brother Don Louis resides; now, your arrival at my house has made me think of making the journey under your escort, and I wish to propose to you, as I shall take Señora y Soto-Mayor and my whole family with me, that you and your men should escort us, leaving it to you to fix the price as you think right."
"General," Leon answered, "you have guessed correctly in regarding us as smugglers; I have the honour of being the captain of a band of fifty men, who know how to put down the customs' dues when they are too high; but you are mistaken in supposing that we can accompany you."
"Why so?" the Vaquero eagerly interrupted, on whose features a strange gleam of satisfaction had appeared. "It is true that it is not our habit to undertake business of that nature; but the general has shown himself too hospitable to us to refuse him our assistance. Captain, remember, too, that we have something to do within a few days in the neighbourhood of Valdivia, and hence we shall merely make our journey the sooner, which is a trifle."
"That is true," muttered the captain, whom a glance of Diego's had told that he must accept. "I fancied that I must return to Valparaíso; but what my friend has just said is perfectly correct, so you can dispose of us as you please."
"In that case, gentlemen," said the general, who had only seen in this opposition on the part of the captain a mode of demanding a large sum, "be good enough to step into my study, and while drinking a glass of Alicante, we will settle money matters."
"We are at your orders."
And all three proceeded to the general's apartments. It was arranged that, instead of bargaining with an arriero, the captain was to supply a dozen mules to carry the baggage, and that they should start the following morning. When this arrangement was made, Leon and Diego asked the general's permission to go and join their men, and give orders for the departure; but he would not consent until they had breakfasted.
They therefore waited, and soon found themselves again in the company of the members of the Soto-Mayor family, as well as of Don Pedro Sallazar, who had decided on spending the night at the country house before setting out for Santiago. Leon was dying to turn the conversation to the Convent of the Purísima Concepción, and could have