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Updated: May 14, 2025
That key and the name of Raymon Sorillo will obtain it for you from every patriot in the mountains of Peru. For the present, farewell. When you return from Chili we shall meet again." Without waiting for my thanks he bade adieu to José and then, spurring his horse into a gallop, he disappeared.
"You can trust us, master," he replied, and indeed his talk made it quite clear that the friend of Raymon Sorillo and the holder of the Silver Key might rely on the Indians in Moquegua even against Miller himself.
"I wish the colonel would let my mother know," said I; "she would be less anxious." "That is a poor compliment to me," observed Sorillo, smiling. "My messenger is already on his way to the hacienda with the news. I have told him to say you are in absolutely no danger, so that your mother will not be alarmed."
"Does Sorillo ever come here?" I asked. "Rarely; but his messengers come and go at their pleasure." "That is good news," I remarked, thinking of my mother. "I shall be able to get a message through to Lima. And now, if you please, I will go to sleep."
I have come here for him. Do not let me go back alone. Am I to say to my father, 'You are foolish in thinking the Indians care for you; they care nothing! I asked of them a boon in your name, and they refused it'? Raymon Sorillo, I appeal to you, give me this man's life for my father's sake!" I looked at him earnestly, hoping to find a spark of mercy in his eyes. Alas, there was none!
On seeing the key the fellow's manner changed instantly. "How did you get that?" he asked. "Are you one of us?" The question could hardly be considered a compliment, but it assured me both of safety and of good treatment. "If you belong to the Order of the Silver Key," I remarked, "and recognize the authority of Raymon Sorillo, all is well. He is my friend, and will give me shelter."
Your mother doesn't; neither do I." "Nor I." We remained silent for some minutes, when, Sorillo joining us, I told him the good news. At first he did not seem to comprehend. When he did, I thought he would take leave of his senses. Even José, who was not given to judging by outward show, was impressed by the man's genuine pleasure.
Sorillo might or might not listen to my request, but it would be as well to waste no time on the journey. The thought of taking José occurred to me, but I put it aside. There was really no danger in the journey, while if Sorillo would not listen to an appeal made in my father's name, he was not likely to listen at all.
As it chanced, his plan was doomed to disappointment. Toward the end of the afternoon I stood chatting with Sorillo and some of his officers, when a messenger rode up the ravine. His horse had travelled far and fast, while he looked worn out with fatigue. Springing to the ground, he saluted, while the chief cried, "What news, Sanchez? it should be worth hearing!"
For several months he held his own against the regular troops, but at last, being captured, was tried as a traitor, and condemned to death. My father made strenuous efforts to save him, and would have succeeded but for Sorillo himself.
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