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Updated: May 14, 2025
"Yes; his provisions must be gone by now. Your San Martin is an old woman. Why did he allow Canterac to escape? My men and I have been marched about from place to place just where we could do no good. I shall not trouble to obey orders any more. We are not children to be treated thus." Sorillo was very sore on the subject, and returned to it over and over again.
I breakfasted alone, Sorillo sending a profuse apology for not being able to join me, though I was rather glad than otherwise at his absence. Leaving the hut, I went into the ravine. There were perhaps a hundred men in sight, all armed, and apparently waiting for some signal. Their comrades, no doubt, had been dispatched on an errand, or were guarding the neighbouring passes.
"Are you alone?" asked the voice, with just a tinge of suspicion. "Yes," I replied. "I am Juan Crawford, and am looking for Raymon Sorillo. Can you take me to him?" A man stepped from behind a rock, and eyeing me suspiciously, exclaimed, "Wait, señor. I cannot leave my post, but I will call for a guide;" and putting his hand to his mouth, he whistled softly.
"Shall I tell you who these men were?" asked Sorillo. "One is Don Eduardo Crawford; the others stand here," and he pointed to the prisoners. "Listen to your accomplice, Felipe Montilla, if you care to hear the story repeated." Again Lureña gave his evidence glibly. I think he had no sense of shame, but only a strong desire to save his life.
Then we had to wait till Pedro had saddled his horse; and I watched the sky anxiously. At last we were ready, and bidding Pedro ride in front, I took leave of the unsuspecting officer. "A safe journey," he cried. "I should like to know what Sorillo means to do with the fellow." "You'll hear all about it when the troops return," said I, laughing and hurrying after Pedro.
The letter from Sorillo was brief. After saying how glad he was to get my message, he went on, "For the present, stay in the Hidden Valley; there is no safer place in Peru. The fruit ripens slowly, and even yet is not ready for plucking. San Martin has not left Valparaiso, and little beyond skirmishing will be done this year."
Among those who opposed Bolivar's rule in Peru, none was more bitter or reckless than the guerilla chief, Raymon Sorillo. Unfortunately for him, the war had greatly weakened the society of the Silver Key. His bravest men and ablest lieutenants had died fighting, and he was left with only a shadow of his former power. Undaunted by this, he openly defied Bolivar's authority.
Though tired out, hours passed before I was able to sleep. In the darkness I could see Rosa's white face, and hear her pitiful cry, "Save him, Juan, save him for me!" What had he done to make Sorillo so angry? Surely he was not so bitter against every traitor? He had hinted that even I would not beg for mercy when I knew the truth.
She will never see her father again. Sorillo will take care that he doesn't escape a second time." My thoughts dwelt so much on this that I took little interest in the rest of the doctor's conversation.
In front of Don Felipe's hut stood a sentry, and, somewhat to my surprise, I now noticed a second hut, slightly lower down and similarly guarded. "Two prisoners!" I thought. "I wonder who the other is? Sorillo did not mention him." Nearer the head of the ravine some soldiers were at work, and going towards them I beheld a strange and significant sight.
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