 CHAPTER X. A HINT AT JELLICY Within the space of half an hour Captain Ramon's wounded shoulder had been cleansed of blood and bandaged, and the captain was sitting at one end of the table, sipping wine and looking very white in the face, and tired. Donia Catalina and Sr. Rita Lolita had shown much sympathy, though the latter could scarcely refrain from smiling when she remembered the captain's boast regarding what he purposed doing to the highwaymen, and compared it to what had happened. Don Carlos was outdoing himself to make the captain feel at home, since it was well to seek influence with the army, and already had urged upon the officer that he remained at the Hacienda a few days until his wound had healed. Having looked into the eyes of the Sr. Rita Lolita, the captain had answered that he would be glad to remain at least for a day, and despite his wound was attempting polite and witty conversation, yet failing miserably. Once more there could be heard the drumming of a horse's hoofs, and Don Carlos sent a servant to the door to open it so that the light would shine out, for they supposed that it was one of the soldiers returning. The horseman came nearer and presently stopped before the house, and the servant hurried out to care for the beast. There passed a moment during which those inside the house heard nothing at all, and then there were steps on the veranda, and Don Diego Vega hurried through the door. Ha! He cried, as if in relief, I am rejoiced that you all are alive and well. Don Diego, the master of the house exclaimed, you have ridden out from the pueblo a second time in one day. No doubt I shall be ill because of it, Don Diego said. Really I am feeling stiff in my back aches, yet I felt that I must come. There was an alarm in the pueblo, and it was noise to broad that this Sr. Zoro, the highwayman, had paid a visit to the Hacienda. I saw the soldiers ride furiously in this direction, and fear came into my heart. You understand, Don Carlos, I feel sure." I understand, Caballero. Don Carlos replied, beaming upon him and glancing once at Sr. Rita Lolita. I, uh, felt it my duty to make the journey, and now I find that it has been made for naught. You all are alive and well. How does it happen? Lolita sniffed, but Don Carlos was quick to make reply. The fellow was here, but he made his escape after running Captain Ramon through the shoulder. Ha! Don Diego said, collapsing into a chair. So you have felt his steel, eh, Captain? That should feed your desire for vengeance. Your soldiers are after the rogue? They are, the Captain replied shortly, for he did not like to have it said that he had been defeated in combat. And they will continue to be after him until he is captured. I have a big sergeant, Gonzales. I think he is a friend of yours, Don Diego. Who is eager to make the arrest and earn the Governor's reward. I shall instruct him, when he returns, to take his squad and pursue this high-women until he has been dealt with properly. Ah, let me express the hope that the soldiers will be successful, Sr. The rogue has annoyed Don Carlos and the ladies, and Don Carlos is my friend. I would have all men know it. Don Carlos beamed, and Donia Catalina smiled bewitchingly. But the senorita Lolita fought to keep her pretty upper lip from curling with scorn. A mug of your refreshing wine, Don Carlos! Don Diego Vega continued, I am fatigued. Twice to-day have I ridden here from Roina de Los Angeles, and it is about all a man can endure. It is not much of a journey, four miles, said the Captain. Possibly not for a rough soldier, Don Diego replied, but it is for a caballero. May not a soldier be a caballero? Ramon asked, nettle'd somewhat at the other's words. It has happened before now, but we come across it rarely, Don Diego said. He glanced at Lolita as he spoke, intending that she should take notice of his words, for he had seen the manner in which the Captain glanced at her, and jealousy was beginning to burn in his heart. Do you mean to insinuate, senor, that I am not of good blood? Captain Ramon asked. I cannot reply as to that, senor, having seen none of it. No doubt the senor Zorro could tell me. He saw the color of it, I understand. By the saints! Captain Ramon cried. You would taunt me? Never be taunted by the truth, Don Diego observed. He ran you through the shoulder, eh? Tissamere scratch, I doubt not. Should you not be at the Presidio, instructing your soldiers? I await their return here, the Captain replied. Also, it is a fatiguing journey from here to the Presidio, according to your own idea, senor. What a soldier is in your de-hardship, senor. True, but there are many pests he must encounter. The Captain said, glancing at Don Diego with meaning. You term me a pest, senor? Did I say as much? This was perilous ground, and Don Carlos had no mind to let an officer of the army and Don Diego Vega have trouble in his hacienda for fear he would get into greater difficulties. Your wine, senoris!" he exclaimed in a loud voice, and stepping between their chairs an utter disregard of proper breeding. Drink, my Captain, for your wound has made you weak, and you, Don Diego, after your wild ride! I doubt its wildness, Captain Ramon observed. Don Diego accepted the proffered wine-mug and turned his back upon the Captain. He glanced across at senorita Lolita and smiled. He got up deliberately and picked up his chair and carried it across the room to set it down beside her. "'And did the rogue frighten you, senorita?' he asked. "'Suppose he did, senor. Would you avenge the matter? Would you put blade at your side and ride abroad until you found him, and then punish him as he deserves?' "'By the Saints were it necessary. I might do as much. But I am able to employ a raft of strong fellows who would like nothing better than to run down the rogue. Why should I risk my own neck?' "'Oh!' she exclaimed, exasperated. "'Let us not talk further of this blood-thirsty senorzaro,' he begged. "'There are other things fit for a conversation. Have you been thinking, senorita, on the subject of my visit earlier in the day?' "'Senorita Lolita thought of it now.' She remembered again what the marriage would mean to her parents and their fortunes, and she recalled the highwayman, too, and remembered his dash and spirit, and wished that Don Diego could be such a man, and she could not say the word that would make her the betrothed of Don Diego Vega.' "'I—I have scarcely had time to think of it, caballero,' she replied. "'I trust you will make up your mind soon,' he said. "'You are so eager? My father was at me again this afternoon. He insists that I should take a wife as soon as possible. It is rather a nuisance, of course, but a man must please his father.' Lolita bit her lips because of her quick anger. Was ever girl so courted before?' she wondered. "'I shall make up my mind as soon as possible, senor.' She said, finally. "'Does this Captain Ramon remain long at the Hacienda?' A little hope came into Lolita's breast. Could it be possible that Don Diego Vega was jealous? If that were true, possibly there might be stuff in the man after all. Perhaps he would awaken, and love and passion come to him, and he would be as other young men. My father has asked him to remain until he is able to travel to the Presidio,' she replied. "'He is able to travel now. A mere scratch!' "'You will not return to-night?' she asked. "'It probably will make me ill, but I must return. There are certain things that must engage my interest early in the morning. Business is such a nuisance. Perhaps my father will offer to send you in the carriage. Ha! It were kindness if he does. A man may doze a bit in a carriage. But if this highwayman should stop you? I need not fear, senorita. Have I not wealth? Could I not purchase my release? You would pay ransom rather than fight him, senor? I have lots of money, but only one life, senorita. Would I be a wise man to risk having my blood let out?' It would be the manly part, would it not?' she asked. "'Any male can be manly at times, but it takes a clever man to be sagacious,' he said. Don Diego laughed lightly, as if it cost him an effort, and bent forward to speak in lower tones. On the other side of the room Don Carlos was doing his best to make Captain Ramon comfortable, and was glad that he and Don Diego remained apart for the time being. Don Carlos,' the Captain said, "'I come from a good family, and the Governor is friendly toward me, as no doubt you have heard. I am but twenty-three years of age, else I would hold a higher office. But my future is assured. I am rejoiced to learn it, senor.' I never set eyes upon your daughter until this evening. But she has captivated me, senor. Never have I seen such grace and beauty, such flashing eyes. I ask your permission, senor, to pay my addresses to the senorita." CHAPTER XI This is my Mark Smith of Simpsonville, South Carolina. The Mark of Zorro by Johnston McCully CHAPTER XI. THREE SUITERS Here was a fix. Don Carlos had no wish to anger Don Diego Vega, or a man who stood high in the Governor's regard. And how was he to evade it? If Lolita could not force her heart to accept Don Diego, perhaps she could learn to love Captain Ramon. After Don Diego, he was the best potential son-in-law in the vicinity. "'Your answer, senor?' the Captain was asking. "'I trust you will not misunderstand me, senor.' Don Carlos said, in lower tones, I must make a simple explanation. "'Proceed, senor.' "'But this morning Don Diego Vega asked me the same question. "'Ha!' "'You know his blood and his family, senor. Could I refuse him? Of rights I could not. But I may tell you this. The senorita weds no man unless it is her wish. So Don Diego Vega has my permission to pay his addresses. But if he fails to touch your heart, then I may try.' The Captain asked. "'You have my permission, senor. Of course. Don Diego has great wealth. But you have a dashing way with you. And Don Diego, that is, he is rather—' "'I understand perfectly, senor,' the Captain said, laughing. He is not exactly a brave and dashing Caballero. Unless your daughter prefers wealth to a genuine man, my daughter will follow the dictates of her heart, senor.' Don Carlos said proudly. "'Then the affair is between Don Diego Vega and myself?' "'So long as you use discretion, senor. I would have nothing happen that would cause enmity between the Vega family and mine.' "'Your interests shall be protected, Don Carlos,' Captain Ramon declared. As Don Diego talked, the senorita Lolita observed her father and Captain Ramon, and guessed what was being said. It pleased her, of course, that a dashing officer should enter the lists for her hand, and yet she had felt no thrill when first she looked into his eyes. Senor Zorro now had thrilled her to the tips of her tiny toes, and merely because he had talked to her and touched the palm of her hand with his lips. If Don Diego Vega were only more like the highwayman, if some man appeared who combined Vega's wealth with the rogue's spirit and dash and courage, there was a sudden tumult outside, and into the room strode the soldiers, Sergeant Gonzales, at their head. They saluted their captain, and the big sergeant looked with wonder at his wounded shoulder. "'The rogue escaped us,' Gonzales reported. We followed him for a distance of three miles or so, as he made his way into the hills, where we came upon him.' "'Well?' Ramon questioned. "'He has allies.' "'What is this?' "'Fully ten men were waiting for him there, my captain. They set upon us before we were aware of their presence. We fought them well, and three of them we wounded, but they made their escape, and took their comrades with them. We had not been expecting a band, of course, and so rode into their ambush. "'Then we have to contend with a band of them,' Captain Ramon said. "'Sergeant, you will select a score of men in the morning, and have command over them. You will take the trail of the Sr. Zoro, and you will not stop until he is either captured or slain. I will add a quarter's wages to the reward of his Excellency, the governor, if you are successful.' "'Ah! It is what I have wished,' Sergeant Gonzales cried. "'Now we shall run this coyote to earth in short order. I shall show you the color of his blood.' "'Tward be no more than right, since he has seen the color of the captains,' Don Diego put in. "'What is this, Don Diego, my friend? Captain, you have crossed blades with the rogue?' "'I have,' the captain assented. "'You but followed a tricky horse, my sergeant. The fellow was here, in a closet, and came out after I had entered. So it must have been some other man you met with his companions up in the hills. This Sr. Zoro treated me much as he treated you in the tavern. Had a pistol handy, in case I should prove too expert with the blade.' Captain and Sergeant looked at each other squarely, each wondering how much the other had been lying, while Don Diego chuckled faintly and tried to press the singularita lolita's hand and failed. "'This thing can only be settled in blood,' Gonzales declared. "'I shall pursue the rascal until he is run to earth. I have permission to select my men.' "'You may take any at the presidio,' the captain said. "'Sarge and Gonzales, I should like to go with you,' Don Diego said suddenly. "'By the saints it would kill you, Caballero. Day and night and saddle, uphill and downhill, through dust and heat, and with a chance at fighting.' "'Well, perhaps it were best for me to remain in the Pueblo,' Don Diego admitted. "'But he has annoyed this family, of which I am a true friend. At least you will keep me informed. You will tell me how he escapes if he dodges you. I at least may know that you are on his trail and where you are riding, so I may be with you in spirit.' "'Certainly, Caballero, certainly,' Sarge and Gonzales replied. "'I shall give you the chance of looking upon the rogue's dead face. I swear it.' "'Tis a terrible oath, my Sargeant. Suppose it should come to pass?' "'I mean, if I slay the rascal, Caballero. My Captain, do you return this night to the Presidio?' "'Yes,' Ramon replied. "'Despite my wound, I can ride a horse.' He glanced toward Don Diego as he spoke, and there was almost a sneer upon his lips. "'What magnificent grit!' Don Diego said. "'I too shall return to Reina de Los Angeles, if Don Carlos will be as good as to have his carriage around. I can tie my horse to the rear of it. To ride horse back the distance again this day would be the death of me.' Gonzales laughed and led the way from the house. Captain Ramon paid his respects to the ladies, glowered at Don Diego, and followed. The Caballero faced Signorita Lolita again, as her parents escorted the Captain to the door. "'You will think of the matter?' he asked. "'My father will be at me again within a few days, and I shall escape censure if I am able to tell him that it is all settled. If you decide to wed me, have your father send me word by a servant. Then I shall put my house in order against the wedding day.' "'I shall think of it,' the girl said. "'We could be married at the Mission of San Gabriel. Only we should have to make the confounded journey there. Fre Felipe of the Mission has been my friend from the days of my boyhood, and I would have him say the words, unless you prefer otherwise. He could come to Reina de Los Angeles and read the ceremony in the little church on the plaza there.' "'I shall think of it,' the girl said again. "'Perhaps I may come out again to see you within a few days if I survive this night. "'When is notice, senorita? I suppose I should, um, kiss your hand?' "'You need not take the trouble,' senorita Lolita replied. It might fatigue you. "'Ah, thank you. You are thoughtful, I see. I am fortunate if I get me a thoughtful wife.' Don Diego sauntered to the door. Senorita Lolita rushed into her own room and beat at her breasts with her hands, and tore at her hair a bit, too angry, too enraged, to weep. "'Kiss her hand, indeed. Senor Zorro had not suggested it. He had done it. Senor Zorro had dared death to visit her. Senor Zorro had laughed as he fought, and then had escaped by a trick. Ah, if Don Diego Vega were half the man the highwaymen appeared.' She heard the soldiers gallop away, and after a little time she heard Don Diego Vega depart in her father's carriage, and then she went out into the great room again to her parents. "'My father, it is impossible that I wed with Don Diego Vega,' she said. "'What has caused your decision, my daughter?' "'I scarcely can tell, except that he is not the sort of man I wish for my husband. He is lifeless. Existence with him would be a continual torment.' "'Captain Ramon also has asked permission to pay you his addresses,' Donia Catalina said. "'And he is almost as bad. I do not like the look in his eyes,' the girl replied. "'You are too particular,' Don Carlos told her. "'If the persecution continues another year, we shall be beggars. Here is the best catch in the country seeking you, and you would refuse him. And you do not like a high army officer because you do not fancy the look in his eyes. Think on it, girl. An alliance with Don Diego Vega is much to be desired. Perhaps, when you know him better, you will like him more. And the man may awaken. I thought I saw a flash of it this night, deemed him jealous because of the presence of the captain here. If you can arouse his jealousy, Senorita Lolita burst into tears, but soon the tempest of weeping past and she dried her eyes. "'I shall do my best to like him,' she said, but I cannot bring myself to say yet that I will be his wife.' She hurried into her room again and called for the native woman who attended her. Soon the house was in darkness, and the grounds about it, save for the fires down by the adobe huts, where the natives told one another grim tales of the night's events, each trying to make his falsehood the greatest. A gentle snore came from the apartment of Don Carlos Pulido and his wife. But the Senorita Lolita did not slumber. She had her head propped on one hand, and she was looking through a window at the fires in the distance, and her mind was full of thoughts of Senor Zaro. She remembered the grace of his bow, the music of his deep voice, the touch of his lips upon her palm. "'I would, he were not a rogue,' she sighed. "'How a woman could love such a man!' End of chapter. Chapter 12 of The Mark of Zaro This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. This recording is by Mark Smith of Simpsonville, South Carolina. The Mark of Zaro by Johnston McCully. Chapter 12. A Visit Shortly after daybreak the following morning there was considerable tumult in the plaza at Reina de Los Angeles. Sergeant Pedro Gonzales was there with a score of troopers, almost all that were stationed at the local presidio, and they were preparing for the chase of Senor Zaro. The big sergeant's voice roared out above the din as men adjusted saddles and looked to bridles and inspected their water bottles and small supplies of provisions. For Sergeant Gonzales had ordered that his force travel light and live off the country as much as possible. He had taken the commands of his captain seriously. He was going after Senor Zaro and did not propose to return until he had him, or had died in an effort to effect a capture. I shall kneel the fellow's pelt to the presidio door, my friend. He told the fat landlord, Then I shall collect the governor's reward and pay the score I owe you. I pray the saints it may be true, the landlord said. What fool, did I pay you? Do you fear to lose a few small coins? I meant that I pray you may be successful in capturing the man, landlord said, telling the falsehood glibly. Captain Ramon was not up to see the start, having a small fever because of his wound, but the people of the Pueblo crowded around Sergeant Gonzales and his men, asking a multitude of questions and the sergeant found himself the center of interest. This curse of Capestrano soon shall cease to exist. He boasted loudly, Pedro Gonzales is on his trail, ha, when I stand face to face with the fellow. The front door of Don Diego Vega's house opened at that juncture and Don Diego himself appeared, at which the townsmen wondered a bit, since it was so early in the morning. Sergeant Gonzales dropped a bundle he was handling, put his hands upon his hips, and looked at his friend with sudden interest. You have not been to bed, he charged. But I have, Don Diego declared. And are up again so soon? Here is some devilish mystery that needs an explanation. You made noise enough to awaken the dead, Don Diego said. It could not be help, Caballero, since we are acting under orders. Were it not possible to make your preparations at the Presidio instead of here in the plaza, or did you think not enough persons would see your importance there? Now, by the— Do not say it, Don Diego commanded. As a matter of fact, I am up early because I must make a confounded trip to my hacienda, a journey of some ten miles. To inspect the flocks and herds. Never become a wealthy man, Sergeant Gonzales, for wealth asks too much of a man. Something tells me that never shall I suffer on that account, said the sergeant, laughing. You go with escort, my friend. A couple of natives, that is all. If you should meet up with this Sr. Zorro, he probably would hold you for a pretty ransom. Is he supposed to be between this place and my hacienda? Don Diego asked. A native arrived a short time ago, with word that he had been seen on the road running to Pala and San Luis Re. We ride in that direction, and since your hacienda is the other way, no doubt you will not meet the rascal now. I feel somewhat relieved to hear you say it, so you ride toward Pala, my Sergeant? We do. We shall try to pick up his trail as soon as possible, and once we have it, we shall run this fox down. Meanwhile, we also shall attempt to find his den. We start it once. I shall await news eagerly, Don Diego said. Good fortune go with you. Gonzales and his men mounted, and the sergeant shouted an order, and they galloped across the plaza, raising great clouds of dust, and took the highway toward Pala and San Luis Re. Don Diego looked after them until nothing could be seen but a tiny dust cloud in the distance, then called for his own horse. He, too, mounted and rode away toward San Gabriel, and two native servants rode mules and followed a short distance behind. But before he departed, Don Diego wrote a message and sent it by native courier to the Pulido hacienda. It was addressed to Don Carlos and Red. The soldiers are starting this morning to pursue this senior Zorro, and it has been reported that the highwayman has a band of rogues under his command and may offer battle. There is no telling, my friend, what may happen. I dislike having one in whom I am interested subjected to danger, meaning your daughter particularly, but also the doña Catalina and yourself. Moreover, this bandit saw your daughter last evening, and certainly must have appreciated her beauty, and he may seek to see her again. I beg of you to come at once to my house in Norina de Los Angeles, and make it as your home until matters are settled. I am leaving this morning for my hacienda, but have left orders with my servants that you are to give what commends you will. I shall hope to see you when I return, which will be in two or three days. Signed Diego. Don Carlos read that epistle aloud to his wife and daughter, and then looked up to see how they took it. He scoffed at the danger himself, being an old war-horse, but did not wish to put his womenfolk in jeopardy. What thank you, he asked. It has been some time since we have visited the pueblo, Dona Catalina said. I have some friends left among the ladies there. I think it will be an excellent thing to do. It certainly will not injure our fortunes to have it become known we are house guests of Don Diego Vega, Don Carlos said. What does our daughter think? It was a concession to ask her, and Lolita realized that she was granted this unusual favor because of Don Diego's wooing. She hesitated some time before answering. I believe it will be all right, she said. I should like to visit the pueblo, for we see scarcely anybody here at the hacienda, but people may talk concerning Don Diego and myself. Nonsense! Don Carlos exploded. Could there be anything more natural than that we should visit the vegas, since our blood is almost as good as theirs and better than that of others? But it is Don Diego's house and not that of his father. Still, he will not be there for two or three days, he says, and we can return when he comes. Then it is settled, Don Carlos declared. I shall see my superintendent and give him instructions. He hurried into the patio and rang the big bell for their superintendent, being well pleased. For when the senorita Lolita saw the rich furnishings in the house of Don Diego Vega, she might the more readily accept Don Diego as a husband, he thought. When she saw the silks and satins, the elegant tapestries, the furniture inlaid with gold and studded with precious stones, when she realized that she could be mistress of this and much more besides, Don Carlos flattered himself that he knew the feminine heart. Soon after the siesta hour, a careta was brought before the door, drawn by mules and driven by a native. Don Carolina and Lolita got into it, and Don Carlos bestrowed his best horse and rode at its side, and so they went down the trail to the highway and down the highway toward Reina de Los Angeles. They passed folk who marveled to see the Pulido family thus going abroad, for it was well known that they had met with ill fortune and scarcely went anywhere now. It was even whispered that the ladies did not keep up with the fashions, and that the servants were poorly fed, but remained at the hacienda because their master was so kind. But Don Carolina and her daughter held their heads proudly, as did Don Carlos, and they greeted the people they knew, and so continued along the highway. Presently they made a turning and could see the Pueblo in the distance, the plaza and the church with its high cross on one side of it, and the inn and storehouses and a few residences of the more pretentious sort, like Don Diego's, and the scattered huts of natives and poor folk. The careta stopped before Don Diego's door, and servants rushed out to make the guests welcome, spreading a carpet from the careta to the doorway that the ladies would not have to step in the dust. Don Carlos led the way into the house, after ordering that the horse and mules be cared for and the careta put away, and there they rested for a time, and the servants brought out wine and food. They went through the rich house then, and even the eyes of Don Carolina, who had seen many rich houses, widened at what she saw here in Don Diego's home. To think that our daughter can be mistress of all these when she speaks the word, she gasped. Signorita Lolita said nothing, but she began thinking that perhaps it would not be so bad, after all, to become the wife of Don Diego. She was fighting a mental battle, was Signorita Lolita. On the one side was wealth and position, and the safety and good fortune of her parents, and a lifeless man for husband. And on the other side was the romance and ideal love she craved, until the last hope was gone she could not give the latter up. Don Carlos left the house and crossed the plaza to the inn, where he met several gentlemen of age, and renewed acquaintance with them, albeit he noticed that none were enthusiastic in his greeting. They feared, he supposed, to appear openly friendly to him, since he was in the bad graces of the Governor. You are in the Pueblo on business, one asked. Not so, Signor. Don Carlos replied, and gladly, since here was a chance to set himself right in part. This Signor Zorro is abroad and the soldiers after him. We are aware of that. There may be a battle or a series of raids, since it is whispered that now Signor Zorro has a band of cutthroats with him, and my hacienda is off by itself and would be at the mercy of the thief. Ah! And so you bring your family to the Pueblo until the matter is at an end? I had not thought of doing so, but this morning Don Diego Vega sent out to me a request that I bring my family here and make use of his house for the time being. Don Diego has gone to his hacienda, but will return within a short time. The eyes of those who heard opened a bit at that, but Don Carlos pretended not to notice and went on sipping his wine. Don Diego was out to visit me yesterday morning, he continued, we renewed old times, and my hacienda had a visit from the Signor Zorro last night, as doubtless you have heard, and Don Diego, learning of it, galloped out again, fearing we had met with disaster. Twice in one day, gassed one of those who heard, I have said it, Signor. You, that is, your daughter is very beautiful, is she not, Don Carlos Pulido, and seventeen, is she not? About. Eighteen, senor, she is called beautiful, I believe. Don Carlos admitted. Those around him glanced at one another. They had the solution now. Don Diego Vega was seeking to wed Signorita Lolita Pulido. That meant that Pulido's fortunes would soon be at the flood again, and that he might feel called upon to remember his friends and look askance at those who had not stood by him. So now they crowded forward, alert to do him honor, and ask concerning crops, and the increase of his herds and flocks, and whether the bees were doing as well as usual, and did he think the olives were excellent this year? Don Carlos appeared to take it all as a matter of course. He accepted the wine they bought, and purchased himself, and the fat landlord darted about doing their bidding and trying to compute the day's profits in his head, which was a hopeless task for him. When Don Carlos left the inn at dusk, several of them followed him to the door, and two of the more influential walked with him across the plaza to the door of Don Diego's house. One of these begged that Don Carlos and his wife visit his house that evening for music and talk, and Don Carlos graciously accepted the invitation. Donya Catalina had been watching from a window, and her face was beaming when she met her husband at the door. Everything goes well, he said. They have met me with open arms, and I have accepted an invitation to visit tonight. But Lolita, Donya Catalina protested. She must remain here, of course. Will it not be all right? There are half a hundred servants about, and I have accepted the invitation, my dear. Such a chance to win favor again could not be disregarded, of course, and so Lolita was made acquainted with the arrangement. She was to remain in the great living room, reading a volume of verse she had found there, and if she grew sleepy she was to retire to a certain chamber. The servants would guard her, and the despacero would look after her wishes personally. Don Carlos and his wife went to make their evening visit, being lighted across the plaza by a half a dozen natives who held torches in their hands, for the night was without a moon, and rain was threatening again. Signorita Lolita curled up on the couch, the volume of verse in her lap, and began to read. Each verse treated of love, romance, passion. She marveled that Don Diego would read such, being so lifeless himself, but the volume showed that it had been much handled. She sprang from the couch to look at other books on a bench not far away, and her amazement increased. Volume after volume of poets who sang of love, volumes that had to do with horsemanship, books that had been written at the dictation of masters of fence, tales of great generals and warriors were there. Surely these volumes were not for a man of Don Diego's blood, she told herself. And then she thought that perhaps he reveled in them, though not in the matter of life they preached. Don Diego was something of a puzzle, she told herself for the hundredth time, and she went back and began reading the poetry again. Then Captain Ramon had murdered at the front door. Desponcero hurried to open it. I regret that Don Diego is not at home, senor, he said. He has gone to his hacienda. I know as much. Don Carlos and wife and daughter are here, are they not? Don Carlos and his wife are out on a visit this evening, senor. The senorita is here, of course. In that case, I shall pay my respects to the senorita, Captain Ramon said. Senor, pardon me, but the little lady is alone. Am I not a proper man? The Captain demanded. It is scarcely right for her to receive the visit of a gentleman when her duena is not present. Who are you to speak to me of the proprieties? Captain Ramon demanded. Out of my way, scum! Cross me, and you shall be punished. I know things concerning you. The face of the desponcero went white at that, for the Captain spoke the truth, and had a word could cause him considerable trouble and may have a turn in carcel. Yet he knew what was right. But, senor, he protested. Captain Ramon thrust him aside with his left arm and stalked into the big living-room. Lulita sprang up in alarm when she saw him standing before her. Ah, senorita, I trust that I did not startle you, he said. I regret that your parents are absent, yet must have a few words with you. This servant would deny me entrance, but I imagine you have not to fear from a man with one wounded arm. It is scarcely proper, is it, senor? The girl asked, a bit frightened. I feel sure no harm can come of it, he said. He went across the room and sat down on one end of the couch and admired her beauty frankly. The desponcero hovered near. Go to your kitchen, fellow! Captain Ramon commanded. No, allow him to remain, Lulita begged. My father commanded it, and he courts trouble if he leaves. And if he remains, go, fellow! The servant went. Captain Ramon turned toward the girl again and smiled upon her. He flattered himself that he knew women. They loved to see a man show mastery over other men. More beautiful than ever, senorita! He said, in a purring voice, I really am glad to find you thus alone, for there is something I would say to you. What can that be, senor? Last night at your father's hacienda I asked his permission to pay my addresses to you. Your beauty has inflamed my heart, senorita, and I would have you for my wife. Your father consented, except that he said Don Diego Vega also had received permission. So it appears that it lies between Don Diego and myself. Should you speak of it, senor? She asked. Certainly Don Diego Vega is not the man for you, he went on. Has he courage, spirit? Is he not a laughing stock because of his weakness? You speak ill of him in his own house? The senorita asked, her eyes flashing. I speak the truth, senorita. I would have your favor. Can you not look upon me with kindness? Can you not give me hope that I may win your heart and hand? Captain Ramon, all this is unworthy, she said. It is not the proper manner, and you know it. I beg you to leave me now. I await your answer, senorita. Her outraged pride rose up at that. Why could she not be wooed as other senoritas in the proper fashion? Why was this man so bold in his words? Why did he disregard the conventions? You must leave me, she said firmly. This is all wrong, and you are aware of it. Would you make by name a byword, Captain Ramon? Suppose somebody was to come and find us like this, alone. Nobody will come, senorita. Can you not give me an answer? No, she cried, starting to get to her feet. It is not right that you should ask it. My father, I assure you, shall hear of this visit. Your father, he sneered. A man who has the ill will of the governor. A man who is being plucked because he possessed no political sense. I fear not, your father. He should be proud of the fact that Captain Ramon looks at his daughter. Senor! Do not run away, he said, clutching her hand. I have done you the honor to ask you to be my wife. Done me the honor! She cried angrily and almost in tears. It is the man who has done the honor when a woman accepts him. I like you when you rage, he observed. Sit down again, beside me, here, and now give me your answer. Senor! You will wed me, of course. I shall intercede with the governor for your father and get a part of his estate restored. I shall take you to San Francisco de Assis, to the governor's house, where you will be admired by persons of rank. Senor, let me go. My answer, senorita, you have held me off enough. She wrenched away from him, confronted him with blazing eyes, her tiny hands clenched at her sides. Wed with you, she cried. Rather would I remain a maid all my life. Rather would I wed with a native. Rather would I die than wed with you. I wed a caballero, a gentleman, or no man, and I cannot say that you are such. Pretty words from the daughter of a man who was about ruined. Ruin would not change the blood at the Politos, senor. I doubt whether you understand that. Evidently having ill blood yourself. Don Diego shall hear of this. He is my father's friend. And you would wed the rich Don Diego, eh? And straighten out your father's affairs? You would not wed an honorable soldier, but would sell yourself? Senor! she shrieked. This was beyond endurance. She was alone. There was nobody near to resent the insult, so her blood called upon her to avenge it herself. Like a flash of lightning her hand went forward and came against Captain Ramon's cheek with a crack. Then she sprang backward, but he grasped her by an arm and drew her toward him. I shall take a kiss to pay for that, he said. Such a tiny bit of womanhood can be handled with one arm, thank the saints. She fought him, striking and scratching at his breast, for she could not reach his face. But he only laughed at her and held her tighter until she was almost spent and breathless, and finally he threw back her head and looked down into her eyes. A kiss and payment, senorita, he said, it will be a pleasure to tame such a wild one. She tried to fight again, but could not. She called upon the saints to aid her, and Captain Ramon laughed more and bent his head and his lips came close to hers. But he never claimed the kiss. She started to wrench away from him again, and he was forced to strengthen his arm and pull her forward. And from a corner of the room there came a voice that was at once deep and stern. One moment, senor! it said. Captain Ramon released the girl and whirled on one heel. He blinked his eyes to pierce the gloom of the corner. He heard senorita Lolita give a glad cry. Then Captain Ramon, disregarding the presence of the lady, cursed once and loudly, for senor Zoro stood before him. He did not pretend to know how the high women had entered the house. He did not stop to think of it. He realized that he was without a blade at his side, and that he could not use it had he won because of his wounded shoulder, and senor Zoro was walking toward him from the corner. Outlaw, I may be, but I respect women, the curse of Capistrano said. And you, an officer of the army, do not, it appears. What are you doing here, Captain Ramon? And what do you hear? I heard a lady scream, which is warrant enough for a caballero to enter any place, senor. It appears to me that you have broken all the conventions. Perhaps the lady has broken them also. Senor, roared the highwayman. Another thought like that, and I cut you down where you stand, though you are a wounded man. How shall I punish you? Dispensero, natives, the Captain shouted suddenly, here is senor Zoro, a reward if you take him. The masked man laughed, which will do you small good to call for help. He said, spend your breath in saying your prayers, rather. You do well to threaten a wounded man. You deserve death, senor, but I suppose I must allow you to escape that. But you will go down upon your knees and apologize to the senorita, and then you will go from this house, slink from it like the cur you are, and keep your mouth closed regarding what is transpired here. If you do not, I promise to soil my blade with your life's blood. Ha! On your knees, senor, and instantly! Senor Zoro commanded, I have no time to waste in waiting. I am an officer. On your knees! commanded senor Zoro again, in a terrible voice. He sprang forward and grasped Captain Ramon by his well shoulder, and threw him to the floor. Quickly, poltron, tell the senorita that you humbly beg her pardon, which she will not grant, of course, since you are beneath speaking to, and that you will not annoy her again. Say it, or by the saint you have made your last speech. Captain Ramon said it, and then Senor Zoro grasped him by the neck and lifted him, and propelled him to the door, and hurled him into the darkness. And had his boots not been soft, Captain Ramon would have been injured more deeply, both in feelings and anatomy. Senor Zoro closed the door as the dispensero came running into the room, to stare in fright at the masked man. Senorita, I trust that I have been a service. The highwayman said, that scoundrel will not bother you further, else he feels the sting of my blade again. Oh, thank you, senor! Thank you! she cried. I shall tell my father this good deed you have done. Despensero, get him wine! There was not for the butler to do except obey, since she had voiced the order, and he hurried from the room, pondering on the times and the manners. Senorita Lolita stepped to the man's side. Senor, she breathed, you saved me from insult. You saved me from the pollution of that man's lips. Senor, though you deem me unmaidantly, I offer you freely the kiss he would have taken. She put up her face and closed her eyes. And I shall not look when you raise your mask. She said, It were too much, senorita, he said. Your hand, but not your lips. You shame me, senor. I was bold to offer it, and you have refused. You shall feel no shame, he said. He bent swiftly, raised the bottom of his mask, and touched lightly her lips with his. Ah, senorita, he said. I would, I were an honest man, and could claim you openly. My heart is filled with love of you. And mine with love of you. This is madness. None must know. I would not fear to tell the world, senor. Your father, at his fortunes, Don Diego. I love you, senor. Your chance to be a great lady. Do you think I did not know Don Diego was the man you meant when we spoken your father's patio? This is a whim, senorita. It is love, senor, whether anything comes of it or not, and a pulito does not love twice. What possibly could come of it but distress? We shall see. God is good. It is madness. Sweet madness, senor. He clasped her to him, and bent his head again, and again she closed her eyes and took his kiss. Only this time the kiss was longer. She made no effort to see his face. I may be ugly, he said. But I love you. Disfigured, senorita. Still, I love you. What hope can we have? Go, senor, before my parents return. I shall say nothing except that you saved me from insult, and then went your way again. They will think that you came to rob Don Diego. And turn honest, senor, for my sake. Turn honest, I say, and claim me. No man knows your face, and if you take off your mask forever, none ever will know your guilt. It is not as if you were an ordinary thief. I know why you have stolen. To avenge the helpless, to punish cruel politicians, to aid the oppressed. I know that you have given what you have stolen to the poor. Oh, senor. But my task is not yet done, senorita, and I feel called upon to finish it. Then finish it, and may the saints guard you, as I feel sure they will. And when it is finished, come back to me. I shall know you in whatever garb you come. Nor shall I wait that long, senorita. I shall see you often. I could not exist else. Guard yourself. I shall in truth now, since I have double reason. Life never was so sweet as now. He backed away from her slowly. He turned a glance toward a window near at hand. I must go, he said. I cannot wait for the wine. That was but a subterfuge so that we could be alone, she confessed. Until the next time, senorita, and may it not be long. On guard, senor. Always loved one, senorita, adios. Again their eyes met, and then he waved his hand at her, gathered his cloak close about his body, darted to the window and went through it. The darkness outside swallowed him. End of chapter. Chapter 14 of The Mark of Zorro This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. This recording is by Mark Smith of Simpsonville, South Carolina. The Mark of Zorro, by Johnston McCully. Chapter 14. Captain Ramon writes a letter. Picking himself up out of the dust before Don Diego Vega's door, Captain Ramon darted through the darkness to the footpath that ran up the slope toward the Presidio. His blood was aflame with rage, his face with purple with wrath. There remained at the Presidio no more than half a dozen soldiers, for the greater part of the garrison had gone with Sergeant Gonzales, and of these half dozen four were on the sick list, and two were necessary as guards. So Captain Ramon could not send men down to the Vega House in an effort to affect the capture of the highwaymen. Moreover, he decided that Senior Zorro would not remain there more than a few minutes, but would mount his horse and ride away, for the highwaymen had a name for not resting long in one place. Besides, Captain Ramon had no wish to let it become known that this Senior Zorro had met him a second time, and had treated him much like a peon. Could he give out the information that he had insulted a Senorita, and that Senior Zorro had punished him because of it? That Senior Zorro had caused him to get down upon his knees and apologize, and then it kicked him through the front door like a dog? The Captain decided it were better to say nothing of the occurrence. He supposed that Senorita Lolita would tell her parents, and that the despensero would give testimony, but he doubted whether Don Carlos would do anything about it. Don Carlos would think twice before affronting an officer of the army, being the recipient already of the governor's frowns. Ramon only hoped that Don Diego would not learn much of the happening, for if a Vega raised hand against him, the Captain would have difficulty maintaining his position. Pacing the floor of his office, Captain Ramon allowed his wrath to grow, and thought on these things and many others. He had kept abreast of the times, and he knew that the Governor and the men about him were sorely in need of more funds to waste in riotous living. They had plucked those men of wealth, against whom there was the faintest breath of suspicion, and they would welcome a new victim. Might not the Captain suggest one, and at the same time strengthen his own position with the Governor? Would the Captain dare hint that perhaps the Vega family was wavering in its loyalty to the Governor? At least he could do one thing, he decided. He could have his revenge for the flouting the daughter of Don Carlos Pulido had given him. Captain Ramon grinned, despite his wrath as the thought came to him. He called for writing materials, and informed one of his well men that he should prepare for a journey, being about to be named for a courier's job. Ramon paced the floor for some minutes more, thinking on the matter and trying to decide just how to word the epistle he intended writing. And finally he sat down before the long table, and addressed his message to his Excellency the Governor, at his mansion in San Francisco de Assis. This is what he wrote. Your intelligences regarding this highwayman, Sr. Zaro, as he is known, have come to hand. I regret that I am unable at this writing to report the rogue's capture, but I trust that you will be lenient with me in the matter, since circumstances are somewhat unusual. I have the greater part of my force in pursuit of the fellow, with orders to get him in person or to fetch me his corpse. But this Sr. Zaro does not fight alone. He is being given sucker at certain places in the neighborhood, allowed to remain in hiding when necessary, given food and drink, and, no doubt, fresh horses. Within the past day he visited the Hacienda of Don Carlos Pulido, a caballero known to be hostile to your Excellency. I sent men there, and went myself. While my soldiers took up his trail, the man came from a closet in the living room at Don Carlos's house, and attacked me treacherously. He wounded me in the right shoulder, but I fought him off until he became frightened and dashed away, making his escape. I may mention that I was hindered somewhat by this Don Carlos in pursuing the man. Also, when I arrived at the Hacienda, indications were that the man had been eating his evening meal there. The Pulido Hacienda is an excellent place for such a man to hide, being somewhat off the main highway. I fear that Sr. Zoro makes it his headquarters when he is in this vicinity, and I await your instructions in the matter. I may add that Don Carlos scarcely treated me with respect while I was in his presence, and that his daughter, the Sr. Rita Lolita, scarcely could keep from showing her admiration of this highwayman, and from sneering at the efforts of the soldiery to capture him. There are also indications of a famous and wealthy family of this neighborhood wavering in loyalty to your Excellency, but you will appreciate the fact that I cannot write of such a thing in amiss if sent you by courier. With deep respect, Ramon, Commandante, and Captain Presidio Reina de Los Angeles. Ramon grinned again as he finished the letter. That last paragraph he knew would get the Governor guessing. The Vega family was about the only famous and wealthy one that would fit the description. As for the Pulidos, Captain Ramon imagined what would happen to them. The Governor would not hesitate to deal out punishment, and perhaps the Sr. Rita Lolita would find herself without protection, and in no position to reject the advances of a Captain of the Army. Now Ramon addressed himself to the task of making a second copy of the letter, intending to send one by his courier and preserve the other for his files in case something came up and he wished to refer to it. Having finished the copy, he folded the original and sealed it, carried it to the soldier's lounging-room, and gave it to the man he had selected as courier. The soldier saluted, hurried out to his horse, and rode furiously toward the north, toward San Fernando and Santa Barbara, and on to San Francisco de Assis, with the orders ringing in his ears that he should make all haste and get a change of horses at every mission in Pueblo in the name of his Excellency. Ramon returned to his office and poured out a measure of wine, and began reading over the copy of the letter. He half-wished that he had made it stronger, yet he knew that it were better to make it mild, for then the Governor would not think he was exaggerating. He stopped reading now and then to curse the name of Señor Zorro, and frequently he reflected on the beauty and grace of the Señorita Lolita, and told himself she should be punished for the manner in which she had treated him. He supposed that Señor Zorro was miles away by this time, and putting more miles between himself and Reina de Los Angeles. But he was mistaken in that. For the curse of Capistrano, as the soldiers called him, had not hurried away after leaving the house of Don Diego Vega. At the Presidio Señor Zorro had gone a short distance through the darkness to where he had left his horse in the rear of a native's hut, and there he stood, thinking of the love that had come to him. Presently he chuckled, as if well pleased, then mounted and rode slowly toward the path that led to the Presidio. He heard a horseman galloping away from the place, and thought Captain Ramon had sent a man to call back Sergeant Gonzalez and the troopers and put them on the fresher trail. Señor Zorro knew how a fare stood at the Presidio, knew to a man how many of the soldiers were there, and that four were ill with a fever, and that there was but one well man now besides the Captain since one had ridden away. He laughed again, and made his horse climb the slope slowly so as to make little noise. In the rear of the Presidio building he dismounted and allowed the reins to drag on the ground, knowing that the animal would not move from the spot. Now he crept through the darkness to the wall of the building, and made his way around it carefully until he came to a window. He raised himself on a pile of adobe bricks, and peered inside. It was Captain Ramon's office into which he looked. He saw the Commandante sitting before a table reading a letter which, it appeared, he had just finished writing. Captain Ramon was talking to himself, as does many an evil man. This will cause consternation for the pretty Señorita, he was saying. That will teach her not to flaunt an officer of his excellencies forces. When her father is in the carcel, charged with high treason, and his estates have been taken away, then perhaps she will listen to what I have to say. The Señor Zoro had no difficulty in distinguishing the words. He guessed instantly that Captain Ramon had planned a revenge, that he contemplated mischief toward the Pulitos. Beneath his mask the face of Señor Zoro grew black with rage. He got down from the pile of adobe bricks and slipped on along the wall, until he came to the corner of the building. In his socket at the side of the front door a torch was burning, and the only able-bodied man left in the garrison was pacing back and forth before the doorway, a pistol in his belt, and a blade at his side. Señor Zoro noted the length of the man's pacing. He judged the distance accurately, and just as the man turned his back to resume his march, the high women sprang. His hands closed around the soldier's throat as his knees struck the man in the back. Instantly they were upon the ground, the surprise trooper now doing his best to put up a fight. But Señor Zoro, knowing that a bit of noise might mean disaster for him, silenced the man by striking him on the temple with the heavy butt of his pistol. He pulled the unconscious soldier back into the shadows, gagged him with a strip torn from the end of his syrupy, and bound his hands and feet with other strips. Then he drew his cloak about him, looked to his pistol, listened a moment, to be sure the short fight with the soldier had not attracted the attention of any inside the building, and slipped once more toward the door. He was inside in an instant, before him was the big lounging room with its hard dirt floor. Here were some long tables and bunks and wine mugs and harness and saddles and bridles. Señor Zoro gave it but a glance to assure himself that no man was there, and walked swiftly and almost silently across to the door that opened into the office of the commandante. He made sure that his pistol was ready for instant use, and then threw the door open boldly. Captain Ramon was seated with his back toward it, and now he whirled around in his chair with a snarl on his lips, thinking one of his men had entered without the preliminary of knocking, and ready to rebuke the man. Not a sound, Señor! the highwayman warned. You die if as much as a gasp escapes your lips. He kept his eyes on those of the commandante, closed the door behind him, and advanced into the room. He walked forward slowly, without speaking. The pistol held ready in front of him. Captain Ramon had his hands on the table before him, and his face had gone white. This visit is necessary, Señor, I believe. Señor Zoro said, I have not made it because I admire the beauty of your face. What do you hear? The captain asked, disregarding the order to make no sound, yet speaking in a tone scarcely above a whisper. I happened to look in at the window, Señor. I saw an epistle before you on the table, and I heard you speak. It is a bad thing for a man to talk to himself. Had you remained silent, I might have gone on about my business, as it is. Well, Señor! the captain asked, with a bit of his old arrogance returning to him. I have a mind to read that letter before you. Does my military business interest you that much? As to that, we shall say nothing, Señor. Kindly remove your hands from the table, but do not reach toward the pistol at your side, unless you wish to die the death instantly. It would not grieve me to have to send your soul into the hereafter. The commandant he did as he had been directed, and Señor Zoro went forward cautiously and snatched up the letter. Then he retreated a few paces again, still watching the man before him. I am going to read this, he said. But I warn you that I shall watch you closely, also. Do not make a move, Señor, unless it is your wish to visit your ancestors. He read swiftly, and when he had finished he looked the commandante straight in the eye for some time without speaking, and his own eyes were glittering malevolently through his mask. Captain Ramon began to feel more uncomfortable. Señor Zoro stepped across to the table, still watching the other, and held the letter to the flame of a candle. He cut fire, blazed, presently dropped to the floor a bit of ash. Señor Zoro put one foot upon it. The letter will not be delivered, he said. So you fight women, do you, Señor? A brave officer had an ornament to his excellence his forces. I doubt not he would grant you promotion if he knew of this. You insult a Señorita because her father, for the time being, is not friendly with those in power, and because she repulses you as you deserve, you set about to cause trouble for the members of her family. Truly, it is a worthy deed. He took a step closer and bent forward, still holding the pistol ready before him. Let me not hear of you sending any letter similar to the one I have just destroyed, he said. I regret at the present time that you are unable to stand before me and cross blades. It would be an insult to my sword to run you through, yet would I do it to rid the world of such a fellow. You speak bold words to a wounded man. No doubt the wound will heal, Señor, and I shall keep myself informed regarding it. And when it has healed, and you have back your strength, I shall take the trouble to hunt you up, and call you to account for what you have attempted doing this night. Let that be understood between us. Again their eyes blazed, each man's into those of the other, and Señor Zoro stepped backward and drew his cloak closer about him. To their ears there came suddenly a jangling of harness the trap of horse's feet, the raucous voice of Sergeant Pedro Gonzales. Do not dismount! The sergeant was crying to his men at the door, I but make report, then we go on after the rogue. There shall be no rest until we take him. Señor Zoro glanced quickly around the room, for he knew escape by the entrance was cut off now. Captain Ramon's eyes flashed with keen anticipation. Ho, Gonzales! He shrieked before Zoro could warn him against it. To the rescue, Gonzales! Señor Zoro is here! And then he looked at the high women defiantly, as if telling him to do his worst. But Señor Zoro had no desire to fire his pistol, and let out the captain's lifeblood, it appeared, preferring to save him for the blade when his shoulder should have healed. Remain where you are! He commanded and darted toward the nearest window. The big sergeant had heard, however. He called upon his men to follow, and rushed across the large room to the door of the office, and threw it open. A bellow of rage escaped him as he saw the masked man standing beside the table, and saw the commandante sitting before it with his hands spread out before him. By the saints we have him! Gonzales cried, In with you troopers! Guard the doors! Some look to the windows! Señor Zoro had transferred his pistol to his left hand, and had whipped out his blade. Now he swept it forward and sideways, and the candles were struck from the table. Zoro put his foot upon the only one that Remain lighted, and extinguished it in that manner, and the room was in darkness. Lights, bring a torch! Gonzales shrieked. Señor Zoro sprang aside against the wall, and made his way around it rapidly, while Gonzales and two other men sprang into the room, and one remained guarding the door, while in the other room several ran to get a torch, and managed to get him one another's way. The man with the torch came rushing through the door, finally, and he shrieked and went down with a sword blade through his breast, and the torch fell to the floor and was extinguished. And then, before the sergeant could reach the spot, Señor Zoro was back in the darkness again, and could not be found. Gonzales was roaring his curses now, and searching for the man he wished to slay, and the captain was crying to him to be careful, and not put his blade through a trooper by mistake. The other men were storming around, in the other room one came with a second torch. Zoro's pistol spoke, and the torch was shot from the man's hand. The high woman sprang forward and stamped upon it, putting it out, and again retreated to the darkness, changing his position rapidly, listening for the deep breathing that would tell him the exact location of his various foes. Catch the rogue, the comandante was shrieking. Can one man thus make fools of a lot of you? Then he ceased to speak, for Señor Zoro had grasped him from behind and shut off his wind, and now the high woman's voice rang out above the din. Soldiers, I have your captain. I am going to carry him before me and back out the door. I am going to cross the other room, and so reach the outside of the building. I have discharged one pistol, but I am holding its mate at the base of the captain's brain. And when one of you attacks me, I fire, and you are without a captain. The captain could feel cold steel at the back of his head, and he shrieked for the men to use caution. And Señor Zoro carried him to the doorway, and backed out with the captain held in front of him, while God and Salis and the troopers followed as closely as they dared, watching every move, hoping for a chance to catch him unaware. He crossed the big lounging room of the Brasil, and so came to the outside door. He was somewhat afraid of the men outside, for he knew that some of them had run around the building to guard the windows. The torch was still burning just outside the door, and Señor Zoro put up his hand and tore it down and extinguished it. But still there would be grave danger the moment he stepped out. Gonzalez and the troopers were before him, spread out fan fashion across the room, bending forward, waiting for a chance to get in a blow. Gonzalez held a pistol in his hand, though he made doubt to despise the weapon, and was watching for an opportunity to shoot without endangering the life of his captain. Back, Señor Ace, the Highwomen commanded now, I would have more room in which to make my start. That is it. Thank you. Sergeant Gonzalez were not the odds so heavy. I might be tempted to play at fence with you and disarm you again. By the Saints! Some other time, my Sergeant. And now, Señor Ace, attention. It desolates me to say it, but I had only the one pistol. What the captain has been feeling all this time at the base of his brain is not except a bridal buckle I picked up from the floor. Is it not a pretty jest? Señor Ace, adios! Suddenly he whirled the captain forward, darted into the darkness, and started toward his horse with the whole pack at his heels and pistol flashes splitting the blackness of the night, and bullets whistling by his head. His laughter came back to them on the stiffening breeze that blew in from the distant sea. End of Chapter. Chapter 16 of The Mark of Zorro. This is a Leverbox recording. A Leverbox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Leverbox.org. This recording is by Mark Smith of Simpsonville, South Carolina. The Mark of Zorro by Johnston McCully. Chapter 16. The Chase That Failed. Sr. Zorro urged his horse down the treacherous slope of the hill, where there was loose gravel and a misstep would spell disaster, and where the troopers were slow to follow. Sergeant Gonzalez possessed courage enough, and some of the men followed him, while others galloped off to right and left, planning to intercept the fugitive when he reached the bottom and turned. Sr. Zorro, however, was before them, and took the trail toward San Gabriel at a furious scallop, while the troopers dashed along behind, calling to one another, and now and then discharging a pistol with a great waste of powder and ball, and no result so far as capturing or wounding the highwaymen was concerned. Soon the moon came up. Sr. Zorro had been anticipating that, and knew that it would make his escape more difficult. But his horse was fresh and strong, while those ridden by the troopers had covered many miles during the day, and so hope was not gone. Now he could be seen plainly by those who pursued, and he could hear Sergeant Gonzalez crying upon his men to urge their beasts to the utmost and effect a capture. He glanced behind him as he rode, and observed that the troopers were scattering out in a long line, the stronger and fresher horses gaining on the others. So they rode for some five miles, the troopers holding the distance but not making any gain. And Sr. Zorro knew that soon their horses would weaken, and that the good steed he bestowed, which gave no signs of fatigue as yet, would out-distance them. Only one thing bothered him. He wanted to be travelling in the opposite direction. Here the hills rose abruptly on either side of the highway, and it was not possible for him to turn aside and make a great circle. Nor were there any trails he could follow, and if he attempted to have his horse climb, he would have to make slow progress, and the troopers would come near enough to fire their pistols, and may hap wound him. So he rode straight ahead, gaining a bit now, knowing that two miles further up the valley there was a trail that swung off to the right, and that by following it he would come to higher ground, and so could double back on his tracks. He had covered one of the two miles before he remembered that it had been noised abroad that a landslide had been caused by the recent torrential rain, and had blocked this higher trail. So he could not use that even when he reached it, and now a bold thought came to his mind. As he topped a slight rise in the terrain, he glanced behind once more and saw that no two of the troopers were riding side by side. They were well scattered, and there was some distance between each two of them. It would help his plan. He dashed around a bend in the highway and pulled up his horse. He turned the animal's head back toward whence he had come, and bent forward in the saddle to listen. When he could hear the hoofbeats of his nearest pursuer's horse, he drew his blade, took a turn of the reins around his left wrist, and suddenly struck his beast in the flanks cruelly with his sharp ralls. The animal he rode was not used to such treatment, never having felt the spurs except when in a gallop and his master wished greater speed. Now he sprang forward like a thunderbolt, dashed around the curve like a wild stallion, and bore down upon the nearest of Sr. Zoro's foes. Make way! Sr. Zoro cried. The first man gave ground readily, not sure that this was the highwayman coming back, and when he was sure of it he shrieked the intelligence to those behind, but they could not understand because of the clatter of hoofs on the hard road. Sr. Zoro bore down upon the second man, clashed swords with him, and rode on. He dashed around another curve, and his horse struck another fairly, and hurled him from the roadway. Zoro swung at the fourth man, and missed him, and was glad that the fellow's counterstroke missed as well. And now there was not but the straight ribbon of road before him, and his galloping foes dotting it. Like a maniac he rode them through, cutting and slashing at them as he passed. Sergeant Gonzalez, far in the rear because of his jaded mount, realized what was taking place, and screeched at his men, and even as he screeched a thunderbolt seemed to strike his horse unseeding him. And then Sr. Zoro was through them and gone, and they were following him again, a cursing sergeant at their head, but at a distance slightly greater than before. He allowed his horse to go somewhat slower now, since he could keep his distance, and rode to the first cross-trail into which he turned. He took to higher ground, and he looked back to see the pursuit streaming out over the hill, losing itself in the distance, but still determined. It was an excellent trick, Sr. Zoro said to his horse, but we cannot try it often. He passed the hacienda of a man friendly to the governor, and a thought came to him. Gonzalez might stop there and obtain fresh horses for himself and his men. Nor was he mistaken in that. The troopers dashed up the driveway, and dogs howled a welcome. The master of the hacienda came to the door, holding a candelero high above his head. We chase Sr. Zoro! Gonzalez cried. We require fresh steeds in the name of the governor! The servants were called, and Gonzalez and his men hurried to the corral. Magnificent horses were there. Horses almost as good as the one the high woman rode, and all were fresh. The troopers quickly stripped saddles and bridles from their jaded mounts, and put them on the fresh steeds, and then dashed for the trail again, and took up the pursuit. Sr. Zoro had gained quite a lead, but there was only one trail he could follow, and they might overtake him. Three miles away, on the crest of a small hill, there was a hacienda that had been presented to the mission of San Gabriel by a cabillero who had died without leaving heirs. The governor had threatened to take it for the state, but so far had not done so. The Franciscans of San Gabriel having a name for protecting their property with determination. In charge of this hacienda was one Fre Felipe, a member of the order who was along in years, and under his direction the Neophytes made the estate a profitable one, raising much livestock, and sending to the storehouses great amounts of hides and tallow, and honey and fruit, as well as wine. Gonzalez knew the trail they were following led to this hacienda, and that just beyond it there was another trail that split, one part going to San Gabriel, and the other returning to Reina de Los Angeles by a longer route. If Sr. Zoro passed the hacienda, it stood to reason that he would take the trail that ran toward the pueblo, since, had he wished to go to San Gabriel, he would have continued along the highway in the first place, instead of turning and riding back through the troopers at some risk to himself. But he doubted whether Sr. Zoro would pass, for it was well known that the highwaymen dealt harshly with those who prosecuted the Fre Yilis, and it was to be believed that every Franciscan held a friendly feeling for him, and would give him aid. The troopers came within sight of the hacienda, and could see no light. Gonzalez stopped them where the driveway started, and listened in vain for sounds of the man they pursued. He dismounted and inspected the dusty road, but could not tell whether a horseman had ridden toward the house recently. He issued quick orders, and the troops separated, half of the men remaining with their sergeant, and the others scattering in such manner that they could surround the house, search the huts of the natives, and look at the great barns. Then Sergeant Gonzalez rode straight up the highway with half his men at his back, forced his horse up the steps to the veranda as a sign that he held this place in little respect, and knocked on the door with the hilt of his sword. End of chapter. Chapter 17 of The Mark of Zoro This is the LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. This recording is by Mark Smith of Simpsonville, South Carolina. The Mark of Zoro, by Johnston McCully. Chapter 17 Sergeant Gonzalez meets a friend. Presently light showed through the windows, and after a time the door was thrown open, Frey Felipe stood framed in it, shading a candle with his hand, a giant of a man now past 60, but one who had been a power in his time. What is all this noise? He demanded in his deep voice, and why do you, son of evil, ride your horse on my veranda? We are chasing this pretty senior Zoro, Frey. This man they call the Curse of Capistrano, Gonzales said. And you expect to find him in this poor house? Stranger things have happened. Answer me, Frey. Have you heard a horseman gallop past within a short time? I have not. And has this senior Zoro paid you a visit recently? I do not know the man you mean. You have heard of him, doubtless? I have heard that he seeks to aid the oppressed, that he has punished those who have committed sacrilege, and that he has whipped those brutes who have beaten Indians. You are bold in your words, Frey. It is my nature to speak the truth, soldier. You will be getting yourselves into difficulties with the powers, my robed Franciscan. I fear no politician, soldier. I do not like the tone of your words, Frey. I have half a mind to dismount and give you a taste of my whip. Senor, Frey Felipe cried, take ten years off my shoulders and I can drag you in the dirt. That is a question for dispute. However, let us get to the subject of this visit. You have not seen a masked fiend who goes by the name of senior Zoro? I have not, soldier. I shall have my men search your house. You accuse me of falsehood, Frey Felipe cried. My men must do something to pass the time, and they may as well search the house. You have nothing you wish to hide. Recognizing the identity of my guests, it might be well to hide the wine jugs. Frey Felipe said. Sergeant Gonzales allowed an oath to escape him, and he got down from his horse. The others dismounted too, and the sergeant's mount was taken off the veranda and left with the horse-holder. Then Gonzales drew off his gloves, sheathed his sword, and stamped through the door with the others at his heels, as Frey Felipe fell back before him, protesting against the intrusion. From a couch and a far corner of the room there arose a man who stepped into the circle of light, cast by the candolero. As I have eyes, it is my raucous friend, he cried. Don Diego, you hear? Gonzales gasped. I have been at my hacienda looking over business affairs, and I rode over to spend the night with Frey Felipe, who has known me from babyhood. These turbulent times, I thought that here, at least, in this hacienda, that is a bit out of the way and has a Frey in charge of it, I could for a time rest in peace without hearing of violence and bloodshed. But it appears that I cannot. Is there no place in this country where a man may meditate and consult musicians and the poets? Meal-mushing goat's milk, Gonzales cried. Don Diego, you are my good friend and a true caballero. Tell me, have you seen the senior Zorro tonight? I have not, my sergeant. You did not hear him ride past the hacienda? I did not. But a man could ride past and not be heard here in the house. Frey Felipe and I have been talking together, and we're just about to retire when you came. Then the rogue has ridden on and taken the trail toward the Pueblo. The sergeant declared. You had him in view? Don Diego asked. Ha! We were upon his heels, caballero. But at a turn in the high road he made connection with some 20 men of his band. They rode at us and attempted to scatter us. But we drove them aside and kept on after senior Zorro. We managed to separate him from his fellows and give chase. You say he has a score of men? Fully a score, as my men will testify. He is a thorn in the flesh of the soldiery, but I have sworn to get him, and when once we stand face to face— You will tell me of it afterward? Don Diego asked, rubbing his hands together. You will relate how you mocked him as he fought, how you played with him, pressed him back and ran him through. By the saints you make mock of me, caballero! Tis but a jest, my sergeant. Now that we understand each other, perhaps Fray Felipe will give wine to you and your men. After such a chase you must be fatigued. Wine would taste good, the sergeant said. His corporal came in, then, to report that the huts and barns had been searched, and the corral also, and that no trace had been found of Sr. Zorro or his horse. Fray Felipe served the wine, though he appeared to it with some reluctance, and it was plain that he was but answering Don Diego's request. And what shall you do now, my sergeant? Don Diego asked, after the wine had been brought to the table. Are you always to go chasing around the country and creating a tumult? The rogue evidently has turned back toward Reina de Los Angeles, caballero. The sergeant replied, he thinks he is clever, no doubt, but I can understand his plan. Ha! And what is it? He will ride around Reina de Los Angeles and take the trail to San Luis Rey. He will rest for a time, no doubt, to throw off all pursuit, and then will continue to the vicinity of San Juan Capistrano. That is where he began this wildlife of his, and for that reason the curse of Capistrano he is called. Yes, he will go to Capistrano. And the soldiers, Don Diego asked, we shall follow him leisurely, we shall work toward the place, and when the news of his next outrage is made known, we shall be within a short distance of him instead of in the Presidio at the Pueblo. We can find the fresh trail, and so take up the chase. There shall be no rest for us until the rogue is either slain or taken prisoner. And you have the reward, Don Diego added. You speak true words, caballero. The reward will come in handy, but I seek revenge also. The rogue disarmed me once. Ah! That was the time he held a pistol in your face and forced you to fight not too well. That was the time, my good friend. Oh, I have a score to settle with him. These turbulent times, Don Diego sighed. I would they were at an end. A man has no chance for meditation. There are moments when I think I shall ride far out in the hills, where there can be found no life except rattlesnakes and coyotes, and there spend a couple of days. Only in that manner may a man meditate. Why meditate? Gonzales cried. Why not cease thought and take to action? What a man you would make, caballero, if you let your eye flash now and then, and quarreled a bit, and showed your teeth once in a while. What you need is a few bitter enemies. May the saints preserve us? Don Diego cried. It is the truth, caballero. Fight a bit. Make love to some signorita. Get drunk. Wake up and be a man. Upon my soul, you almost persuade me, my sergeant, but no, I never could endure the exertion. Gonzales growled something into his great mustache and got up from the table. I have no special liking for you, Frey, but I thank you for the wine, which was excellent. He said, We must continue our journey. A soldier's duty never is at an end while he lives. Do not speak of journeys, Don Diego cried. I must take one myself on the morrow. My business at the Hacienda is done, and I go back to the Pueblo. Let me express the hope, my good friend, that you survive the hardship, Sergeant Gonzales said. The Mark of Zorro, by Johnston McCully. Chapter 18 Don Diego Returns Senorita Lolita had to tell her parents, of course, what had happened during their absence, for the dispensero knew, and would tell Don Diego when he returned, and the senorita was wise enough to realize that it would be better to make the first explanation. The dispensero, having been sent for wine, knew nothing of the love scene that had been enacted, and had been told merely that Senor Zorro had hurried away. That seemed reasonable, since the senor was pursued by the soldiers. So the girl told her father and mother that Captain Ramon had called while they were absent, and that he had forced his way into the big living-room to speak to her, despite the entreaties of the servant. Perhaps he had been drinking too much wine. Else was not himself because of his wound, the girl explained, but he grew too bold, and pressed his suit with ardor that was repugnant, and finally insisted that he should have a kiss. Whereupon said the senorita, this senor Zorro had stepped from the corner of the room, and how he came to be there she did not know, and had forced Captain Ramon to apologize and then had thrown him out of the house. After which, and here she neglected to tell the entire truth, Senor Zorro made a courteous bow and hurried away. Don Carlos was forgetting a blade and going at once to the Presidio, and challenging Captain Ramon to mortal combat. But Dona Catalina was more calm, and showed him that to do that would be to let the world know that their daughter had been affronted, and also it would not aid their fortunes any if Don Carlos quarreled with an officer of the army. And yet again the Don was of an age, and the Captain probably would run him through in two passes, and leave Dona Catalina a weeping widow, which she did not wish to be. So the Don paced the floor of the great living room and fumed and fussed, and wished he were ten years the younger, or that he had political power again, and he promised that when his daughter should have wedded Don Diego, and he was once more in good standing, he would see that Captain Ramon was disgraced and his uniform torn from his shoulders. Sitting in the chamber that had been assigned to her, Senorita Lolita listened to her father's ravings, and found herself confronted with a situation. Of course, she could not wed Don Vega now. She had given her lips and her love to another, a man whose face she never had seen, a rogue pursued by soldiery, and she had spoken truly when she had said that a Pulido loved but once. She tried to explain it all to herself, saying that it was a generous impulse that had forced her to give her lips to the man, and she told herself that it was not the truth, that her heart had been stirred when first he spoke to her at her father's hacienda during the siesta hour. She was not prepared yet to tell her parents of the love that had come into her life, for it was sweet to keep it a secret, and moreover she dreaded the shock to them, and half feared that her father might cause her to be sent away to some place where she never would see Senor Zoro again. She crossed to a window and gazed out at the plaza, and she saw Don Diego approaching in the distance. He rode slowly, as if greatly fatigued, and his two native servants rode a short distance behind him. Men called to him as he neared the house, and he waved his hand at them languidly in response to their greeting. He dismounted slowly, one of the natives holding the stirrup and assisting him, brushed the dust from his clothes, and started toward the door. Don Carlos and his wife were upon their feet to greet him, their faces beaming, for they had been accepted anew into society the evening before, and knew it was because they were Don Diego's house guests. I regret that I was not here when you arrived, Don Diego said, but I trust that you have been made comfortable in my poor house. More than comfortable in this gorgeous palace! Don Carlos exclaimed. Then you have been fortunate, for the Saints know I have been uncomfortable enough. How is that, Don Diego? Donia Catalina asked. My work at the hacienda done, I rode as far as the place of Frey Felipe, there to spend the night in quiet. But as we were about to retire, there came a thundering noise at the door, and this sergeant Gonzalez and a troop of soldiers entered. It appears that they had been chasing the highwayman called Sr. Zorro, and had lost him in the darkness. In the other room a dainty seniorita gave thanks for that. These are turbulent times. Don Diego continued, sighing and mopping the perspiration from his forehead. The noisy fellows were with us an hour or more, and then continued the chase. And because of what they had said of violence, I endured a horrible nightmare, so got very little rest, and this morning I was forced to continue to reina de los Angeles. You have a difficult time. Don Carlos said, Sr. Zorro was here, Caballero, in your house, before the soldiers chased him. What is this intelligence? Don Diego cried, sitting up straight in his chair, and betraying sudden interest. Undoubtedly he came to steal. Else to abduct you and hold you for ransom. Dornia Catalina observed. But I scarcely think that he stole. Don Carlos and myself were visiting friends, and Sr. Rita Lolita remained here alone. There—there is a distressing affair to report to you. I beg of you to proceed, Don Diego said. While we were gone, Captain Ramon of the Presidio called. He was informed we were absent, but he forced his way into the house and made himself obnoxious to the Sr. Rita. This Sr. Zorro came in and forced the Captain to apologize and then drove him away. Well, that is what I call a pretty bandit, Don Diego exclaimed. The Sr. Rita suffers from the experience? Indeed, no, said Donia Catalina. She was of the opinion that Captain Ramon had taken too much wine. I shall call her. Donia Catalina went to the door of the chamber and called her daughter, and Lolita came into the room and greeted Don Diego as became a proper maiden. It makes me desolate to know that you received an insult in my house, Don Diego said. I shall consider the affair. Donia Catalina made a motion to her husband, and they went to a far corner to sit, that the young folk might be somewhat alone, which seemed to please Don Diego, but not the Sr. Rita. End of chapter. CHAPTER XIX OF THE MARK OF ZARRO This is the LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. This recording is by Mark Smith of Simpsonville, South Carolina. The Mark of Zorro by Johnston McCully. CHAPTER XIX CAPTAIN RAMON APOLOGIZES CAPTAIN RAMON IS A BEAST! The girl said in a voice not too loud. He is a worthless fellow, Don Diego agreed. He, that is, he wished to kiss me, she said. And you did not let him, of course. Senor! I confound it. I did not mean that. Certainly you did not let him. I trust that you slapped his face. I did, said the Sr. Rita. And then he struggled with me, and he told me that I should not be so particular, since I am a daughter of a man who stood in the bad graces of the Governor. Why, the infernal brute! Don Diego exclaimed. Is that all you have to say about it, Caballero? I cannot use oaths in your presence, of course. Do you not understand, Senor? This man comes into your house and insulted the girl you have asked to be your wife. Confound the rascal! When next I see his Excellency, I shall ask him to remove the officer to some other post. Oh! the girl cried. Have you no spirit at all? Have him removed? Were you a proper man, Don Diego? You would go to the Presidio. You would call this Captain Ramon to account. You would pass your sword through his body, and call upon all to witness that a man could not insult the Sr. Rita you admired and escape the consequences. It is such an exertion to fight, he said. Let us not speak of violence. Perhaps I shall see the fellow and rebuke him. Rebuke him! the girl cried. Let us talk of something else, Sr. Rita. Let us speak of the matter regarding which I talked the other day. My father will be after me again soon to know when I am going to take a wife. Can not we get the matter settled in some manner? Have you decided upon the day? I have not said that I would marry you. She replied. Why hold off? He questioned. Have you looked at my house? I shall make it satisfactory to you, I am sure. You shall furnish it to suit your taste, though I pray you do not disturb it too much, for I dislike to have things in a mess. You shall have a new carriage and anything you may desire. Is this your manner of wooing? she asked, glancing at him from the corners of her eyes. What a nuisance to woo! he said. Must I play a guitar and make pretty speeches? Can you not give me your answer without all that foolishness? She was comparing this man beside her with Sr. Zorro, and Don Diego did not compare to him favorably. She wanted to be done with this farce. To have Don Diego out of her vision, and none but Sr. Zorro in it. I must speak frankly to you, Caballero, she said. I have searched my heart, and in it I find no love for you. I am sorry, for I know what our marriage would mean to my parents and to myself in a financial way, but I cannot wed you, Don Diego, and it is useless for you to ask. Well, by the saints I had thought it was all about settled. He said, Do you hear that, Don Carlos? Your daughter says she cannot wed with me, that it is not in her heart to do so. Lolita retired to a chamber, Donia Catalina exclaimed. The girl did so gladly. Don Carlos and his wife hurried across the room and sat down beside Don Diego. I fear you do not understand women, my friend. Don Carlos said, Never must you take a woman's answer for the last. She always may change your mind. A woman likes to keep a man dangling, likes to make him blow cold with fear and hot with anticipation. Let her have her moods, my friend. In the end, I am sure, you shall have your way. It is beyond me, Don Diego cried. What shall I do now? I told her I would give her all her heart desired. Her heart desires love, I suppose. Donia Catalina said, out of the wealth of her woman's wisdom. Yet certainly I shall love and cherish her. Does not a man promise that in the ceremony? Would a vega break his word regarding such a thing? Just a little courtship. Don Carlos urged. But it is such a nuisance. A few soft words, a pressure of the hand now and then, a sigh or two, a languishing look from the eyes. Nonsense! It is what a maiden expects. Speak not of marriage for some time. Let the idea grow on her. But my august father is liable to come to the Pueblo any day and ask when I am to take a wife. He has rather ordered me to do it. No doubt your father will understand, said Don Carlos. Tell him that her mother and myself are on your side, and that you are enjoying the pleasure of winning the girl. I believe we should return to the hacienda tomorrow, Donia Catalina put in. Lolita has seen the splendid house, and she will contrast it with ours. She will realize what it means to marry you. And there is an ancient saying that, when a man and a maid are apart, they grow fonder of each other. I do not wish to have you hurry away. I think it would be best under the circumstances, and do you write out, say, in three days, Caballero, and I doubt not you will find her more willing to listen to your suit. I presume you know best, Don Diego said, but you must remain at least until to-morrow, and now I think I shall go to the Presidio and see this Captain Ramon. Possibly that will please the senorita. She appears to think I should call him to account. Don Carlos thought that such a course would prove disastrous for a man who did not practice with the blade and knew little of fighting, but he refrained from saying so. A gentleman never intruded his own thoughts at such a time. Even if a Caballero went to his death, it was all right so long as he believed he was doing the proper thing, and died as a Caballero should. So Don Diego went from the house and walked slowly up the hill toward the Presidio building. Captain Ramon observed his approach and wondered at it, and snarled at the thought of coming to combat with such a man. But he was cold courtesy itself when Don Diego was ushered into the Commandante's office. I am proud to know you have visited me here, he said, bowing low before the sky end of the vegas. Don Diego bowed an answer and took the chair Captain Ramon indicated. The Captain marveled that Don Diego had no blade at his side. I was forced to climb your confounded hill to speak to you on a certain matter. Don Diego said, I have been informed that you visited my house during my absence and insulted a young lady who is my guest. Indeed, the Captain said. Were you deep in wine? Senior! That would excuse the offence in part, of course, and then you were wounded and probably in a fever. Were you in a fever, Captain? Undoubtedly, Ramon said. A fever is an awful thing. I had a siege of it once. But you should not have intruded upon the senorita. Not only did you affront her, but you affronted me. I have asked the senorita to become my wife. The matter, um, is not settled as yet, but I have some rights in this case. I entered your house seeking news of this senior Zorro, the Captain lied. You, uh, found him? Don Diego asked. The face of the comandante flushed red. The fellow was there and he attacked me. He replied. I was wounded, of course, and wore no weapon, and so he could work his will with me. It is a most remarkable thing, observed on Diego, that none of your soldiers can meet this curse of Capistrano when you can be on equal terms. Always he descends upon you when you are helpless, or threatens you with a pistol while he fights you with a blade, or has his score of men about him. I met Sergeant Gonzales and his men at the Hacienda of Frey Felipe last night, and the big sergeant told some harrowing tale of the high women and his score of men scattering his troopers. We shall get him yet, the Captain promised, and I might call your attention to certain significant things, Caballero. Don Carlos Pulido, as we know, does not stand high with those in authority. This senior Zorro was at the Pulido Hacienda you will remember, and attacked me there, emerging from a closet to do it. Ha! What mean you? Again on last night he was in your house while you were abroad, and the Pulidos were your guests. It begins to look as if Don Carlos has a hand in the work of the senior Zorro. I am almost convinced that Don Carlos is a traitor, and is aiding the rogue. You had better think twice, or half a score of times, before seeking a matrimonial alliance with the daughter of such a man. By the saints, what a speech! Don Diego exclaimed, as if in admiration, you have made my poor head ring with it. You really believe all this? I do, Caballero. Well, the Pulidos are returning to their own place tomorrow, I believe. I but ask them to be my guests, so they could be away from the scenes of this senior Zorro's deeds. And senior Zorro followed them to the pueblo, you see. Can it be possible? Don Diego gasped. I must consider the matter. Oh, these turbulent times! But they are returning to their hacienda tomorrow. Of course I would not have as excellently think that I harbored a traitor. He got to his feet, bowed courteously, and then stepped slowly toward the door. And there he seemed to remember something suddenly and turned to face the Captain again. Ha! I am at the point of forgetting all about the insult! He exclaimed. What have you to say, my Captain, regarding the events of last night? Of course, Caballero. I apologize to you most humbly. Captain Ramon replied. I suppose that I must accept your apology. But please do not let such a thing happen again. You frighten my despensero badly, and he is an excellent servant. Then Don Diego Vega bowed again and left the Presidio, and Captain Ramon laughed long and loudly, until the sick men in the hospital room feared that their commandante must have lost his wits. What a man! The Captain exclaimed. I have turned him away from that Pulido Signorita, I think, and I was fooled to hint to the Governor that he could be capable of treason. I must rectify that matter in some way. The man is not enough spirit to be a traitor. End of chapter.