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Carlos, standing behind his chair, opened his mouth a little in a half smile. I was really angry with O'Brien by that time, with his air of omniscience, superiority, and self-content, as if he were talking to a child or someone very credulous and weak-minded. "What right have you to speak for me, Señor Juez?" I said in the best Spanish I could.
"I despise the Juez and Manuel alike," I interrupted angrily. I despised Castro, too, at that moment, and he paid me back with interest. There was no mistaking his scathing tone. "I know you well. You scorn your friends, as well as your foes. I have seen so many of you. The blessed saints guard us from the calamity of your friendship...." "No friendship could make an assassin of me, Mr.
Of course, one always expects to find a cruel, unreasoning prejudice against snakes amongst ignorant people, but I never knew before to what ridiculous lengths it will carry them. The prejudice makes me angry, but on this occasion it had a use, for it enabled me to pass the day unmolested. In the evening the Juez returned, and I soon heard him loud in a stormy altercation with his wife.
"You are to be our chief leader, and, on account of your illustrious birth and renowned intelligence, will occupy a superior position in the council of the notables. Is it not so? Has not the Señor Juez O'Brien so ordained? You will give ear to me, you will alleviate my indignant sufferings?" He implored me with his eyes for a long time.
That is why he is here to-day, attending my uncle in this affair of delivering up the pirates. My uncle loves him very much. O'Brien was at first my uncle's clerk, and my uncle made him a juez, and he is also the intendant of my uncle's estates, and he has a great influence in my uncle's town of Rio Medio.
This was the official building of the Juez de Paz, or rural magistrate; just now, however, it was closed, and with no sign of life about it except an old dead-and-alive-looking man sitting against the closed door, with his bare, mahogany-coloured legs stretched out in the hot sunshine. "This is a very fine thing!" exclaimed the officer, with a curse. "I feel very much inclined to let the men go."
But you, Señor listen to my supplications where will you go? To Havana. The Juez is there, and I call the malediction of the priests on my head if you, too, are not doomed. Life! Liberty! Señor, let me go, and I shall run I shall ride, Señor I shall throw myself at the feet of the Juez, and say... I shall say I killed you. I am greatly trusted by the reason of my superior intelligence.
"I escaped by sea in an open boat, in the confusion. When I reached Havana, the Juez had me arrested." Salazar raised both hands; his gestures, made for large, grave men, were comic in him. They reduced Spanish manners to absurdity. He said: "That man dies. That man dies. To-morrow I go to the Captain-General. He shall hear this story of yours, Señor.
Again, the intendente, the terrible man, the Juez, who apparently had the power to pardon and condemn. In this way he was most dangerous to us in Rio Medio. He had that rabble at his beck and call. He could produce a rising of cut-throats by lifting his little finger. He was not very likely to do that, however. He was intriguing in Havana but how could we unmask him there?
An instant!... A combination!..." He gasped as though his heart had burst. The seamen, open-mouthed, were slowly narrowing their circle. "Can't he gabble!" remarked someone patiently. His eyes were starting out of his head. He spoke with fearful rapidity. "... There's no refuge from the anger of the Juez but the grave the grave the grave!... Ha! ha! Go into thy grave, Domingo.
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