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The final struggle on the hills east of the city might then have had a very different termination. The policy that General Linares should have adopted was the Fabian policy of obstruction, harassment, and delay.
After the first moments of effusion had passed, and questions had been asked about Carlicos, as he called little Charles, Father Dámaso asked: "Well. What does Carlicos want me to do for you?" "I believe he says something in the letter," stammered Linares again. "In the letter? Let us see. 'Tis so! And he wants me to get you a job and a wife! Hm! Employment employment: that is easy.
The Franciscan was even thinner and paler than usual, but his eyes gleamed with a strange light and his lips wore a peculiar smile. "Señor Linares, all alone?" was his greeting as he made his way to the sala, through the half-opened door of which floated the notes from a piano. Linares tried to smile. "Where is Don Santiago?" continued the curate.
Then he put in another, raised the sights for another one thousand yards, took careful aim, and let her go. The officer on the white horse threw up his arms and fell forward. “That is for Corporal Joyce,” said McKinnery as he saw that his ball had reached the mark. The officer on the white horse was General Linares himself. It was afterward learned that he was shot in the left shoulder.
The Espadañas were already acquainted with him, and they introduced the blushing young Linares with all his titles. As was natural, they talked of Maria Clara, who was resting and sleeping.
She had dressed as elegantly as she could, putting all her ribbons and flowers on her silk gown, in order to impress the provincials, and make them see how great a distance was between them and her sacred person. Giving her arm to her lame husband, she fluttered through the streets of the town, among the stupefied and wondering inhabitants. Cousin Linares had remained in the house.
Believe me, little girl, time will wipe away everything. Later on you will forget, you will love, you will love your husband Linares." "The nunnery or death!" "The nunnery, the nunnery, or death!" exclaimed Padre Damaso. "Maria, I am now an old man, I shall not be able much longer to watch over you and your welfare.
With a timid bow and a sad smile she went up to Doña Victorina for the ceremonial kiss. After the usual conventional remarks, the pseudo-Andalusian continued: "We've come to visit you. You've been zaved, thankz to your relations." This was said with a significant glance toward Linares. "God has protected my father," replied the girl in a low voice.
Maria Clara, pale as wax, raising herself half up, looked at her father with frightened eyes, and then at Doña Victorina and Linares. The latter turned red in the face, Captain Tiago looked down, and the señora added: "Clarita, bear it in mind, and never marry a man who does not wear trousers. You expose yourself to insults like a dog, if you do."
It was nothing less than the destruction of a store of war material collected secretly by the Spanish authorities in the south, in a town called Linares. Gaspar Ruiz was entrusted with a small party only, but they proved themselves worthy of San Martin's confidence. The season was not propitious. They had to swim swollen rivers.
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