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The Crimson Conquest 41

The Crimson Conquest 41


They ranged themselves round his table in silence. The _veedor_ stood
glancing uneasily from one scowl to another, then piped in irritation:
"Well, gentlemen, your task is finished, isn’t it? Come now, my good
friends, the hour groweth late. Return in the morning, and I’ll give
you your hire."
 
Duero stepped forward, planting a powerful fist upon the table and
hitching at his belt: "Señor _Veedor_, we’ll have our hire now! Then,
when you have brought some one to look after the señorita, our business
is done. In the meantime, with your leaveor without itwe wait here.
She must be cared for before morning. But now, our gold."
 
Rogelio blinked about the circle, snuffled, and went out. Having closed
the door, his rage overflowed in a series of frenzied gesticulations in
the direction of Duero, accompanied by suppressed grunts and squeaks,
until he was swollen in feature and quite breathless. He returned with
a bag and pair of balances. They looked on with vigilance while he
weighed out the gold, the lamp illuminating swarthy faces full of
eagernessexcept that of Duero, which was only watchful and grim.
 
"There!" snapped the employer. "Two thousand _castellanos_. Take it."
 
Duero extended an arm to withhold the others and said, coolly, "Double
it!"
 
The _veedor_ staggered back with the bag clasped in his arms.
"Whawhat?" he gasped.
 
"I say, double it!" replied Duero, with force.
 
Rogelio stared at him with fallen chin.
 
"Double it!" repeated the soldier, and returned the stare fixedly.
 
"Fiends!" shrieked the _veedor_. "Man, thou ’rt mad! What was our
bargain?"
 
"That acquitteth the bargain, Señor, but there are damages."
 
"Damages! What damages?"
 
"Why, to our several consciences, _Veedor_. Mine, I’ll swear, hath
stood a wear and tear that hath left not remnants enough to equip a dog!
’T is a most villanous piece of villany, and promiseth to grow worse
when our hands are out of it. By the crucifix! Señor Rogelio, my soul
will need masses for this affair, and I mean to provide for them. You
will make it double, or the girl goeth to Xauxa this night; and I’ll
have the Señor Inca notifiedor mayhap, Mendoza."
 
"Scoundrels, bandits, thieves!" screamed Rogelio, his face purple and
hands shaking. Duero took a step toward him with a movement to his
sword-hilt, and the victim retreated to the wall, hugging his gold and
rolling his eyes in terror. The soldier surveyed him with contempt.
 
"Well," he demanded, "what do you say? Must we lug her back to Xauxa?
Answer, and quickly, for I sicken."
 
"Oh, gentlemen!" wailed Rogelio, "be honest. Be just. Be considerate
of a poor man."
 
Duero broke in with imitation of his whine: "Oh, be open-handed. Be
charitable. Be virtuous. Faugh! You offend my bile. Come. Yes, or
no! Do you double it? ’T is indifferent to us, for the Inca, or
Mendoza, will know how to reward. But answer!"
 
Rogelio rolled his eyes to heaven, then lagged forward to the table and
took up the scales. "Oh, my good men, ’t is"
 
"Cease!" commanded Duero. "We are no good men. Had we been, you had
not approached us. Weigh out, and be done."
 
The _veedor_ heaved a long, shuddering sigh, and weighed the gold.
 
"Now," said Duero, "to your horse, and to Xauxa."
 
"Oh, curses!" protested the _veedor_. "Art not finished? I’ve paid
thee twice!"
 
"Go!" shouted Duero, stamping his foot. "Order your horse. I’ll see
you to the gates."
 
Rogelio went out with a groan. In half an hour he was riding down the
hill, panting an imprecation at every step. Duero returned from the
gate whither he had escorted him, and calling the servant, ordered the
best the _veedor’s_ larder afforded. Then the villains held carnival.
 
 
 
 
*CHAPTER XXIII*
 
_*Rogelio Finds Gall and Wormwood*_
 
 
Pedro was extinguishing the lights of his _cantina_ when he heard the
clatter of a horse’s hoofs. They stopped at his door, and Rogelio
entered, perspiring, breathless, and in violent perturbation.
 
"Ho, Señor _Veedor_, thou dost ride late!" exclaimed Pedro, in surprise.
"There is something amiss?"
 
Rogelio sank upon the nearest stool, panting and wiping away
perspiration, on the verge of apoplexy from exertion and rage combined.
The danger of it seemed to strike Pedro at once. He hurried forward and
commenced fanning the official vigorously with his apron.
 
"Steady, steady, Señor!" he urged, soothingly. "Do not try to talk.
Take time and spare thy wind. Thou ’rt gasping like a ducked hen.Nay,
nay! Do not swear. Be tranquil. Calm thyself. Count ten, Señornow
do! Believe me, naught doth so soothe a fit of ferment. Butswearing
again! Gently, gently, or thou’lt melt in thine own heat! Gods, man!
Cease rolling thine eyes. Hast a cramp under thy belt? Let me thump
thy back.Ah!"
 
Pedro pummelled the agitated _veedor_ between the shoulders with hearty
vigor, and succeeded thereby in expelling what little breath he had
remaining, rendering him still more helpless from exasperation. He
saved himself by bolting from his seat and backing against the wall,
where he stood waving his arms in speechlessness to keep the zealous
cook away.
 
"Name of a saint, my friend!" said Pedro, with great concern, after
Rogelio began to breathe more freely, "I never saw an over-gorged pup
nearer a fit than thou. What hath gone wrong?"
 
"Shehath arrived!" gasped the _veedor_ at length.
 
"Oh! She hath arrived, hath she? Well, she must be a very tarantula to
work thee a spell like that, Señor! By the gods, even Bolio’s coming
could not give me such a bedevilment of jerks and palpitations!"
 
The _veedor_ was rendered speechless again. Pedro eyed him with great
commiseration until he showed signs of recovery, then threw him into
another spasm by inquiring with solicitude,
 
"Doth the lady pursue, Señor? If so, we will barricade the door."
 
Rogelio held up his hands, violently shaking his head. "No, no!" he
managed to say. "Damnednumskull! Let metalk."
 
"Why, talk, to be sure! ’T is what I’ve waited for,to hear thee talk.
What the devil dost think? that I’ve been standing here this while to
see thee contort and strangle? I had liefer watch a pig in the colic.
Proceed, _Veedor_, and talk. It may ease thy mind. _Sensa animi tui
libere profare_Latin, Señor, and it meaneth, speak freely. Prithee,
begin. I listen."
 
The _veedor_ had collapsed into a chair, choking with rage. He sprang
up, shaking both fists at the cook, and started toward the door; turned
back, and waving his arms for silence, howled:
"Accursedrattle-teeth!hear me!I seek a servant!"
 
"Thou seekest a servant!" responded Pedro, with composure. "Well, by
heaven, I could guess it! And thou needest, not one, but a dozen, I
should say; and a strait-jacket withal. But, _infierno_! is the quest
of a servant so delirious a pursuit?Now, do be calm, Señor! Hold a
minute, and I’ll bleed thee. No? But ’t would be wise, my friend, for
if thou ’rt not on the edge of the staggers, then I never gave physic to
a horse.And now thou’rt swearing again! Fie, _Veedor_! Here! Let me
get thee a wet rag."
 
Pedro hurried away. When he returned the _veedor_ had regained his
utterance, and waving aside the proffered application, he shouted:
 
"Keep off, thou babbling moon-calf! Wilt hear me? I need a servantat
once! A servantdost hear? A servantand may the fiend claw thy
vitals! Canst get me oneto-night? I’ll pay thee well."
 
"Well, stew me! if the need of a servant wrought me to such a state of
mind, I’d——" Pedro seated himself. "But ’t is late, _Veedor_. Thy guest
hath come, sayst thou?"
 
"Yes, yes! She is sick from weariness, and needeth a woman. Wilt find
me one?"
 
Pedro became serious at once. "Sick! Then ’t is pressing. Let me
think. There is Señora Bolio, for a possibility. She might consent to
go, but she knoweth no Quichua. That, however, might be an advantage,
not so? Less apt to connive at escape." Pedro eyed the _veedor_
watchfully.
 
"Yes! _Diablo_, yes!" said Rogelio, eagerly. "Canst persuade her?"
 
"I’ll try," said Pedro, rising. He threw off his apron and started
toward the door; halted, and came back, determined to test his
suspicion. "Señor," he said, abruptly, "how did they get her away from
Peralta? Did they kill him? If not, then I swear to thee, _Veedor_,
thou ’rt as good as dead!" and Pedro slowly shook his head in direst
portent.
 
The _veedor_ was unguarded. He started violently, and his face went
ashy. "Oh, my soul and body! II forgot to ask them." He scanned the
cook with quick suspicion. "How in the devil’s name dost know?" he
demanded. Pedro placed a finger beside his nose, wagged his head with
deep significance, and went out. Now it was his turn to be agitated.
 
He pegged straight to the señora’s lodging, and pounded upon the door
until it opened. "Quick!" he cried. "The Viracocha woman! There is
sickness."
 
The native made him repeat it, refastened the door, and left Pedro in a
fume. When she opened again, it was with a request to follow, and led
him across the court. The señora appeared at a door with an
under-garment over her shoulders. "Is it thou, Pedro?" she asked,
sleepily. "What is to do? This is an unholy hour to wake a body, dost not know it?"

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