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But if his body was now inert, his mind was active. His thoughts dwelt upon the soldier's reticence, his disinclination to make acquaintances, and the coldness with which he had received his, Mauville's, advances in the Shadengo Valley. Why, asked Mauville, lying there and putting the pieces of the tale together, did not Saint-Prosper remain with his new-found friends, the enemies of his country?
"Come back, or " The alternative was lost in vengeful imprecation. Holding Constance before him, the soldier resumed his saddle. "Drive on!" he cried to Barnes, as past the chariot sped his horse, with its double burden. At a lively gait down the road toward the river galloped the horse bearing Saint-Prosper and Constance.
The only light revealing the barren details of this Indian residence sifted through the small doorway or peered timorously down through a narrow aperture in the roof that served for a chimney. As Saint-Prosper gazed at the prostrate man, the latter moved uneasily, and from the parched lips fell a few words: "Lock the doors, Oly-koeks! Hear the songsters, Mynheer Ten Breecheses!
An hilarious outburst from an ill-assorted cluster of maskers behind them drowned his reply, and the lady and her attendants passed on. Saint-Prosper drew his breath sharply. "She is here, after all," he said to himself. "A nostrum for jilted beaux!" called out a mountebank, seeing him standing there, preoccupied, alone, at the same time tendering a pill as large as a plum.
The soldier returned his visitor's look deliberately, but with no surprise. "Won't you sit down?" he said. Culver availed himself of the invitation. "I am not disturbing you? I have long known of you, although this is our first meeting." "You have then the advantage of me," returned Saint-Prosper, "for I " "You never heard of me?" laughed the lawyer. "Exactly!
Dated about three years previously, it was written in a somewhat illegible, but not unintelligible, scrawl, the duke's own handwriting. "I send you, my dear marquis," began the duke, "a copy of the secret report of the military tribunal appointed to investigate the charges against your kinsman, Lieut. Saint-Prosper, and regret the finding of the court should have been one of guilty of treason.
In the historic market place, as Saint-Prosper rode down the street, were assembled a number of lease-holders of both sexes and all ages, from the puny babe in arms to the decrepit crone and hoary grand-sire, listening to the flowing tongue of a rustic speech-maker. This forum of the people was shaded by a sextette of well-grown elms.
The turmoil of her thoughts held her as by a spell; in the disruption of a fixed conclusion her brain was filled with new and poignant reflections. Unconsciously she placed a nervous hand upon his arm. "Then Ernest Saint-Prosper who was killed in Mexico was not the traitor?"
At the mention of that one-time subtle confidant of the deposed king, now the patron of republicanism, Saint-Prosper once more regarded his companion attentively. "By reputation, certainly," he answered, slowly. "He was my tutor and is now my frequent correspondent. Not a bad sort of mentor, either!" The new arrival paused and smiled reflectively.
Saint-Prosper, when called on, stated that the ground before the San Antonio gate was intersected by many irrigating ditches and that much of the approach was under water. "Then you would prefer storming a fortress to taking a ditch?" said one of the generals, satirically. "A series of ditches," replied the other. "Colonel Saint-Prosper is right," exclaimed the commanding general.
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