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Updated: June 23, 2025
And then came the "piping times of peace", and Clayley and I spent our days in riding out upon the Jalapa road, watching for that great old family-carriage, which, it had been promised, should come. And it came rumbling along at length, drawn by twelve mules, and deposited its precious load in a palace in the Calle Capuchinas.
Clayley followed soon after, accompanied by both the girls. Don Cosme remained at the house to superintend the saddling of his mule, while Dona Joaquina was packing the necessary articles into his portmanteau. Following some silent instinct, we Guadalupe and I came together. Clayley and his mistress had strayed away, leaving us alone. I had not yet spoken to her.
"Wal, Cap'n," said he, after I had concluded my examination of the corpse, "ain't he a picter?" "You think he was waiting for us?" "For us or some other game that's sartin." "There's a road branches off here to Medellin," said Raoul, coming up. "It could not have been for us: they had no knowledge of our intention to come out." "Possibly enough, Captain," remarked Clayley in a whisper to me.
"How are we to send, Major?" asked Clayley, looking on the major's proposition as ridiculous under the circumstances. "Have you a pigeon in your pocket?" "Why? how? There's Hercules runs like a hare; stick one of your fellows in the saddle, and I'll warrant him to camp in an hour." "You are right, Major," said I, catching at the major's proposal; "thank you for the thought.
Had he been in command of the "Rifle Rangers", he would doubtless have found an opportunity to deliver them over to the enemy at La Virgen or elsewhere. Clayley had now recovered, and I once more enjoyed the society of my light-hearted friend. But neither that nor the smiles of the hospitable Jalapenas could make me happy.
As on one side Clayley presented a white flag, while on the other there was to be seen a bunch of dark yawning tubes, the Mexicans were not long in making their choice. In a minute they had disappeared from our sight, preferring the companionship of Clayley and Raoul, who would know how to dispose of them in a proper manner.
"Ha! ha!" laughed Clayley; "let us come, boys," he added, turning to a very thirsty-looking group, "let's all take a `smile'. Here, Captain Haller! allow me to introduce you;" and the next moment I was introduced to a crowd of very seedy-looking gentlemen, and the moment after we were clinking glasses, and chatting as familiarly as if we had been friends of forty years' standing.
I muttered some half-coherent inquiries. "It was a coup d'eclair, Captain," said Raoul. Good heavens! We had been struck by lightning! Raoul, being in the advance, had escaped. The Frenchman soon left me and went to Clayley, who, with Chane and the hunter, lay close by all three, as I thought, dead.
"Hang!" said Clayley in a quick and emphatic tone. "Captain Hennessy?" "Hang them!" answered the Irishman. "Captain Haller?" "Have you determined, Major Twing?" I asked, intending, if possible, to mitigate this terrible sentence. "We have no time, Captain Haller," replied my superior, interrupting me, "nor opportunity to carry prisoners.
"Captain Haller Major Twing," said Clayley, introducing me. "Happy to know you, Captain. Can you find seats there? No. Come up this way. Cudjo, boy! run over to Colonel Marshall's tent, and steal a couple of stools. Adge, twist the neck off that bottle. Where's the screw? Hang that screw! Where is it anyhow?" "Never mind the screw, Mage," cried the adjutant; "I've got a patent universal here."
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