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Updated: June 6, 2025
These are: The Torreon de Vigia, a martello tower placed on the inlet of San Lazaro opposite La Reina. The old fort called La Fuerza, built three hundred and fifty years ago, near the present Plaza de Armas, and now used for barracks and public offices.
The senora smiled, and was about to speak when a servant entered, bearing a tray full of little cups with a steaming liquid, and in a silver dish some curious, round, brown, disc-like buttons, about an inch in diameter and perhaps a quarter of an inch thick. Torreon motioned frantically to the servant to withdraw, but Kennedy was too quick for him.
"The old Don was pasturing his sheep in the Rio Chama valley and he had started a little village there called the place Torreon, I think, from a high tower house he had built to overlook the valley so that Indians could be seen if they attempted an attack.
He seemed more like himself when he entered the house and smiled into his wife's alertly questioning eyes. "It's all right, I'm to get away," he explained. "I'm away now, strictly speaking. I want to pack up a few things some time to-day and get the early morning train for Torreon." She seemed quite gleeful over this cheerful information.
General Salas, after organizing a fairly formidable-looking force of 3,500 regulars and three batteries of field artillery at Torreon, rushed into the fray, only to suffer a disgraceful defeat in his first battle at Rellano, in Chihuahua, not far from Torreon. General Salas took his defeat so much to heart that he committed suicide on his way back to Torreon.
Torreon muttered something and crossed himself. The arms seemed half to rise then suddenly to fall, flabby again. There was a light hiss like an inspiration and expiration of air, a ghastly sound. "Lungs react," muttered Kennedy, "but the heart doesn't. I must increase the voltage." Again he applied the electrodes. The face seemed a different shade of blue, I thought.
"When I was up at Torreon I killed an old lady who refused to sell me some enchiladas. She was angry, I can tell you; I got no enchiladas but I felt satisfied anyhow!" "I killed a storekeeper at Parral because he gave me some change and there were two Huerta bills in it," said a man with a star on his hat and precious stones on his black, calloused hands.
My father is dead." Over and over she repeated: "He is dead. I shall never see him again." Vainly I tried to soothe her. What was there to say? There could be no doubt about it. Torreon must have gone down directly after we left Senora Mendez.
"Miss Guerrero told me that he might possibly be found in an obscure boarding-house in the Bronx where several members of the junta live. Let us try, anyway." Fortune favoured us to the extent that we did find Torreon at the address given.
Having the inner line, Villa with his mobile force could maneuver freely against any one of these. He accordingly left a rear guard in front of the Federals at Santa Rosalía, and, marching south rapidly, met and completely defeated General Alvirez's Federal column about eighteen miles west of Torreon, near the town of Aviles. General Alvirez and 287 of his men were killed, fighting to the last.
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