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This phrase, while it only increased the enmity the soldiers felt toward the "white," had the effect of removing all suspicion from Stuart, which, as the lad guessed, was the reason for Manuel's threat. Feeling sure that the boy would have the same animosity to his master that they felt, the soldiers seized the opportunity to while away the monotonous hours of their duty in talk.
The Dutchman put down a dollar and seventy cents, but Manuel refused to take it up; when this fellow, Dunn, pretending to be the friend of Manuel, held out his hand, and telling the bar-keeper to put another dollar, which he did, he passed it hurriedly into Manuel's hand, and making a pass, told him to put it into his pocket.
In Manuel's sandals the average person would have reflected, long before this, that Manuel and his wife and child were in this sorcerous place at the mercy of the whims and the unwholesome servitors of this not very dependable looking witch-woman.
"Take care of that spring-matress," bellowed a flat-nosed gamin who was going about striking the sleepers with a stick in the shins. "Hey, there, you're rumpling the sheets!" At Manuel's side, a rachetic urchin with thick lips and streaked eyes and one of his feet bandaged in dirty rags, was crying and groaning; Manuel, engrossed in his own thoughts, had not noticed him before.
When at the very entrance of the village, there came a ringing challenge, "Halt! Who goes there?" "A visitor to the General," was Manuel's answer.
"Have a seat," invited Senor Ignacio, offering him a chair. "Are you Manuel's uncle?" "At your service." Roberto sat down, offered a cigar to Senor Ignacio and another to Leandro, and the three began to smoke. "I know your nephew," said Roberto to the proprietor, "for I live in the house where Petra works." "You do?" "And I wish you'd let him off today for a couple of hours." "All right, senor.
These are your cousins," added Senor Ignacio, indicating the youth and the little boy. "They are a pair of warriors, too." The youth's name was Leandro, and he was well-built; in no respect did he resemble his father. He had thick lips and a thick nose, an obstinate, manly expression; the other was a boy of about Manuel's age, frail, thin, with a rascally look, and called Vidal.
As a matter of fact, the plot accomplished, it was Manuel's purpose to let enough of the truth leak out to make it seem that Leborge had been a traitor to the Haitian Republic. "Have you seen Cecil?" he asked. "Not yet, No!" answered the negro general. "Me, I had thought he would come with you." "He didn't. And he wasn't on the road from Cap Haitien, either. Queer, too.
We have no right to say that Manuel Crust or any of his crowd did this thing until we have positive proof of the fact. It may not have been any of Manuel's gang, don't forget that, people. We must make no mistakes. I am saying this to you now because I see Manuel Crust and some of his friends standing over there at the edge of the clearing. Stop! Don't make a move in their direction.
Manuel had nine horses cream-noses every one and how from being Manuel's they came to be mine I will tell you. He, poor man, had just lost all his money at cards perhaps the money he lost was not much, but how he came to have any was a mystery to many.
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