 CHAPTER XII. A VIZIT. Shortly after daybreak the following morning there was considerable tumult in the plaza at Raina Day 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 Zorro. The big sergeant's voice roared out above the din as men adjusted sows 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 Zorro and did not propose to return until he had him, or had died in an effort to effect a capture. I shall nail 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 that 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, the landlord said, telling the falsehood glibly. Ben 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 Capistrano 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, Cabiero, 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 Mahacienda, 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. Yon go with escort, my friend. A couple of natives, that is all. If you should meet up with this senor Zorro, he probably would hold you for a pretty ransom. Is he supposed to be between this place and Mahacienda? 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 Rey. 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 at once. I shall await news eerily, Don Diego said. Good fortune go with you. Gonzales and his men mounted, and the sergeant shouted in order, and they galloped across the plaza, raising great clouds of dust, and took the highway toward Pala and San Luis Rey. 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 senorzoro, 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 Dono 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 and reign a day 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 commands you will. I shall hope to see you when I return, which will be in two or three days. Diego. Don Carlos read that epistle allowed to his wife and daughter, and then looked up to see how they took it. He scoffed at the danger himself, being an old warhorse, 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 the leader realized that she was granted this unusual favor because of Don Diego's wooing. She hesitated some time before answering. I believe it would be all right, she said. I should like to visit the Pueblo, for we see scarcely anybody here at the Hacienda. The 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 the 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 Corita was brought before the door, drawn by mules and driven by a native. Donna Catalina and Lolita got into it, and Don Carlos bestrode 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 Polito 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 Donna Catalina and her daughter held their heads proudly, as did Don Carlos, and they greeted the people they knew and so continued along the highway. Only 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 Corita stopped before Don Diego's door, and servants rushed out to make the guests welcome, spreading a carpet from the Corita to the doorway that the ladies will 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 Corita 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 Donna Catalina, 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 this when she speaks the word, she gasped. Senorita 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 Senorita Lolita. On the one side was wealth and position, and the safety and good fortune of her parents, and a lifeless man for husband. On the other side was the romance and ideal love she craved. Until the last hope was gone she could not give the ladder 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, senor� Don Carlos replied, and gladly, since here was a chance to set himself right in part. This senor Zoro is abroad and the soldiers are after him. We are aware of that. There may be a battle or a series of raids, since it is whispered that now senor Zoro 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 this senor Zoro 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� gasped one of those who heard. �I have said it, senor. �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 Senorita 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 ascain 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 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 inner 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. Dona 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� Dona 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 dispensary would look after her wishes personally. Don Carlos and his wife went to make their evening visit, being lighted across the plaza by half a dozen natives who held torches in their hands, for the night was without a moon, and rain was threatening again. Senorita Lolita curled up on a 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 master's offence, 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 manner 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 hammered at the front door. So ends Chapter 12 Chapter 13 of the Curse of Capistrano This Librivox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Barry Eads. The Curse of Capistrano by Johnston McCully Chapter 13 Love Comes Swiftly The dispensary 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? 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, stump. Cross me and you shall be punished. I know things concerning you. The face of the dispensary went white at that, for the captain spoke the truth, and at a word could cause him considerable trouble and may have a term 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. Lolita sprang up in alarm when she saw him standing before her. Ah, senorita, I trusted I did not startle you. He said. I regret that your parents are absent, yet I must have a few words with you. This servant would denying me entrance, but I imagine you have not too 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 dispensary hovered near. Go to your kitchen, fellow! Captain Ramon commanded. No, allow him to remain. Lolita 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 will 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 from 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? 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 in hand? Captain Ramon, all this is unworthy, she said. It is not the proper manner and you know it. I beg you to leave 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 my name a byword, Captain Ramon? Suppose somebody was to come and find us high 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 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 Asis, 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 cabriero, a gentleman, or no man, and I cannot say that you are such. Pretty words from the daughter of a man who was about to be ruined. Ruin would not change the blood of the palido, 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, thanked 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 in payment, senorita. 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 unwhirled 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 highwayman 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 warn't enough for Caviero to enter anyplace, 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. Twill, 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 has transpired here. If you do not, I promise to soil my blade with your life's blood. 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, poltrun, 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 saints 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 dispensary came running into the room to stare in fright at the mass man. Senorita, I trust that I have been of 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. I shall tell my father this good deed you have done. Dispensary, 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 unmaidently, I offer you freely the kiss he would have taken. Senorita She put up her face and closed her eyes. Senorita And I shall not look when you raise your mask. Senorita She said. It were too much, senorita, he said. Your hand, but not your lips. Senorita You shame me, senor. I was bold to offer it, and you have refused. Senorita You shall feel no shame, he said. He bent swiftly, raised the bottom of his mask, and touched lightly her lips with his. Senorita I would, I were an honest man, and could claim you openly. My heart is filled with love of you. Senorita And mine with love of you. Senorita This is madness. None must know. Senorita I would not fear to tell the world, senor. Senorita Your father and his fortunes. Don Diego. Senorita I love you, senor. Senorita Your chance to be a great lady. Do you think I do not know Don Diego was the man you meant when we spoke in your father's patio? Senorita This is a whim, senorita. Senorita It is love, senor. Whether anything comes of it or not, any palito does not love twice. Senorita What possibly could come of it but distress. Senorita We shall see. God is good. Senorita It is madness. Senorita Sweet madness, senor. Senorita 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. Senorita I may be ugly, he said. Senorita But I love you. Disfigured, senorita. Senorita Still, I love you. Senorita What hope can we have? Senorita 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. Senorita But my task is not yet done, senorita, and I feel called upon to finish it. Senorita 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. Senorita Guard yourself. Senorita 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 and glanced toward a window near at hand. I must go, he said. I cannot wait for the wine. Senorita That was but a subterfuge, so that we could be alone. Senorita Until the next time, senorita, and may it not be long. On guard, senor. Senorita 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. So ends Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Of the Curse of Capistrano This Librivax recording is in the public domain. Recording by Barry Eads The Curse of Capistrano 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 was 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 Gonzalez, 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 effect a capture of the Highwayman. Moreover, he decided that Senorzoro would not remain there more than a few minutes, but would mount his horse and ride away, for the Highwayman had a name for not resting long in one place. Besides, Captain Ramon had no wish to let it become known that this Senorzoro 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 Senorzoro had punished him because of it, that Senorzoro had caused him to get down upon his knees and apologize, and then had 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 dispensary 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 raft 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 Polito had given him. Captain Ramon Grin, 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 Asis. This is what he wrote. Your intelligences regarding this highwayman, Senor Zoro, 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 Senor Zoro 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 cabriero 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 Senor 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 Senorita Lolita, scarcely could keep from showering her admiration on this highway man and from sneering at the efforts of the soldier 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 a missive sent you by courier. With deep respect, Ramon, Comandante and Captain, Presidio, reigned a day 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 Politos, Captain Ramon imagined what would happen to them. The Governor would not hesitate to deal out punishment, and perhaps the Senorita 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 Asis, with the orders ringing in his ears that he should make all haste and get a change of horses at every mission and 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 Senor Zoro, and frequently he reflected on the beauty and grace of the Senorita Lolita, and told himself she should be punished for the manner in which she had treated him. He supposed that Senor Zoro was miles away by this time, and putting more miles between himself and reined 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. So ends Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Of the Curse of Capistrano This Levervox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Barry Eads The Curse of Capistrano by Johnston McCully Chapter 15 At the Presidio Senor Zoro 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 had 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 horse 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. Senor Zoro knew how a ferris 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. That will cause consternation for the pretty senorita, he was saying. That will teach her not to flaunt an officer of his excellency's forces. When her father is in the car cell charged with high treason, and his estates have been taken away, then perhaps she will listen to what I have to say. Senor Zoro had no difficulty in distinguishing the words. He guessed instantly that Captain Ramon had planned a revenge, that he contemplated mischief toward the politos. Beneath his mask the face of Senor 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 a 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. Senor 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 highwayman 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 Senor 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 serape, 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. Senor 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, senor, 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, senor, I believe, senor Zoro said. I have not made it because I admire the beauty of your face. What do you hear? The captain asked, regarding the order to make no sound, yet speaking in a tone scarcely above a whisper. I happened to look in at the window, senor. I saw an pistol before you on the table and 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, senor. The captain asked, with a bit of his old arrogance returning to him. I have a mind to read that letter before you. Doesn't my military business interest you that much? As to that, we shall say nothing, senor. 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 commandante did as he had been directed, and senor Zor 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, but I warn you that I shall watch you closely also. Do not make a move, senor, unless it is your wish to visit your ancestors. He read swiftly, and when he had finished, he looked the commandante straight in the eyes for some time without speaking, and his own eyes were glittering malevolently through his mask. Captain Ramon began to feel more uncomfortable. Senor Zor stepped across to the table, still watching the other, and held the letter to the flame of a candle. It caught fire, blaze, presently dropped to the floor, a bit of ash. Senor Zor put one foot upon it. The letter will not be delivered, he said. So you fight women, do you, senor? A brave officer in an ornament to his excellency's forces. I doubt not he would grant you promotion if he knew of this. You insult a senorita 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, senor, 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 senor Zoro stepped backward and drew his cloak closer about him. To their ears there came suddenly a jangling of harness, the tramp of horse's feet, the raucous voice of Sergeant Pedro Gonzalez. Do not dismount, the sergeant was crying to his men at the door. I but make report, and then we go on after the rogue. There shall be no rest until we take him. Senor 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. Oh, Gonzalez! He shrieked before Zoro could warn him against it. To the rescue, Gonzalez, Senor Zoro is here. And then he looked at the highwayman defiantly, as if telling him to do his worst. But Senor 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 towards 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 hand spread out before him. By the Saints, we have him! Gonzalez cried. In with you, troopers. Guard the doors. Some look to the windows. Senor 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 remained lighted, and extinguished it in that manner, and the room was in darkness. Lights, bring a torch! Gonzalez shrieked. Senor Zoro sprang aside against the wall, and made his way around it rapidly, while Gonzalez 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 in 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, Senor Zoro was back in the darkness again, and could not be found. Gonzalez was roaring his curses now, and searching for the man he wished to slay. 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 highwayman 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 commandante was shrieking. Can one man thus make fools of the lot of you? Then he ceased to speak, for Senor Zoro had grasped him from behind and shut off his wind, and now the highwayman'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 your 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 Senor Zoro carried him to the doorway, and backed out with the captain held in front of him, while Gonzales 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 Presidio, 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 Senor Zoro put up his hand and tore it down and extinguished it. But still there would be grave danger the moment he stepped out. Gonzales and the troopers were before him, spread out fan fashion across the room, bending forward, waiting for a chance to get in a blow. Gonzales held a pistol in his hand, though he made out to despise the weapon, and was watching for an opportunity to shoot without endangering the life of his captain. Back Senors, the highwayman commanded now, I would have more room in which to make my start. That is it. I thank you. Sergeant Gonzales, or not the odd 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, Senor's 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? Senors, 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. So ends Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Of the Curse of Capistrano This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Barry Eads The Curse of Capistrano by Johnston McCully Chapter 16 The Chase that Failed Senor Zorro charged 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 Gonzales 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. Senor Zorro, however, was before them, and took the trail toward San Gabriel at a furious gallop, 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 highwayman was concerned. Soon the moon came up. Senor 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 Gonzales 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 Senor Zorro knew that soon their horses would weaken, and that the good steed which he bestowed, which gave no signs of fatigue as yet, would out-distance them. Only one thing bothered him. He wanted to be traveling 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 have wound him. So he rode straight ahead, gaining a bit now, knowing that two miles farther 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 once 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 rowels. 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 Senor Zoro's foes. Make way! Senor 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 hooves on the hard road. Senor 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 struck 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 Senor 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 looked back to see the pursuit streaming out over the hill, losing itself in the distance, but still determined. It was an excellent trick, Senor 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 chased Senor 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 highwaymen 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. Senor 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 caballero 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 Frey Felipe, a member of the order who was along in years, and under his direction the neo-fights 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 Senor 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 Zoro would pass, for it was well known that the highwayman dealt harshly with those who prosecuted the Freyles, 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 driveway with half his men at his back, forced his horse up the steps of the veranda as a sign that he held this place in little respect and knocked on the door with the hilt of his sword. So ends Chapter 16. Chapter 17 of The Curse of Capistrano This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Barry Eads. The Curse of Capistrano 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 Senor Zorro, Frey. This man they call the Curse of Capistrano, Gonzalez 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 Senor Zorro 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 yourself 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 mast fiend who goes by the name of Senor Zorro? I have not, soldier. I shall have my men search your house. You accuse me of falsehood? 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 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 in a far corner of the room there arose a man who stepped into the circle of light cast by the candlero. As I have eyes, it is my raucous friend. Don Diego, you here? 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, mush, and goat's milk, Gonzales cried. Don Diego, you are my good friend and a true caviero. Tell me, have you seen this senor 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 were just about to retire when you came. Then the rogue has ridden on and taken the trail toward the pueblo. You had him in view? Don Diego asked. Ha! We were upon his heels, Caviero. But at a turn in the high road, he made connection with some twenty men of his band. They rode at us and attempted to scatter us, but we drove them aside and kept on after senor 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, Caviero? Tis but adjust, my sergeant. Now that we understand each other, perhaps Frey 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 senor Zorro or his horse. Frey Felipe served the wine, though he appeared to do 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, Caviero. 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 wild me of his. And for that reason, the curse of Capistrano he is called. Yes, he will go to Capistrano. 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 prosidio 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, Cabillero. 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 say 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 number 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, Cabillero, 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, Cabillero. Fight a bit. Make love to some senorita. Get drunk. Wake up and be a man. Upon my soul, you almost persuaded 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 moral. 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. So ends Chapter 17 Chapter 18 of the Curse of Capistrano This Librivox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Barry Eads The Curse of Capistrano 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 Senorazuro 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 senorazuro 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, senorazuro made a courteous bow and hurried away. Don Carlos was forgetting a blade and going at once to the prosidio 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 Diego 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 Polito 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 wrote 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 languently 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? Dona Catalina asked. My work at the Hacienda Dunn I wrote 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 Gonzales and a troop of soldiers entered. It appears that they had been chasing the highwayman called Señor Zorro and had lost him in the darkness. In the other room a dainty senorita 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 for 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 reign at De Los Angeles. You have a difficult time, Don Carlos said. Señor Zorro was here, Cabriero, 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, Don Catalina observed. But I scarcely think that he stole. Don Carlos and myself were visiting friends, and Señorita Lolita remained here alone. There is a distressing affair to report to you. I beg of you to proceed, Don Diego said. While we were gone Captain Ramón of the Presidio called. He was informed we were absent, but he forced his way into the house and made himself obnoxious to the Señorita. This Señor 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 Señorita suffers from the experience? Indeed, no, said Don Catalina. She was of the opinion that Captain Ramón had taken too much wine. I shall call her. Don 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. Don 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 Señorita. So ends Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Of the Curse of Capistrano This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Barry Eads The Curse of Capistrano by Johnston McCully Chapter 19 Captain Ramón apologizes. Captain Ramón 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. Señor. I confounded I did not mean that. Certainly you did not let him. I trust that you slapped his face. I did, said the Señorita. And then he struggled with me, and he told me that I should not be so particular, since I was 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, Caviero? I cannot use oaths in your presence, of course. You do not understand, Señor. This man came 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 Ramón to account. You would pass your sword through his body, and call upon all to witness that a man could not insult the Senorita 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, Senorita. 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 refurnish 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 Senorazoro, 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 Senorazoro in it. I must speak frankly to you, Cabiero. 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 about all 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, retire to your chamber! Dono 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 her 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, Dono Catalina said, out of the wealth of her woman's wisdom. But certainly I shall love and cherish her. Does not a man promise that in the ceremony? Would Avega 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 pleasures of winning the girl. I believe we should return to the hacienda tomorrow. Dono Catalina put in. Lolita has seen this 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 ride 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 tomorrow. 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 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 and thought of coming to combat with such a man. But he was cold courtesy itself when Don Diego was ushered into the Comandante's office. Don Diego bowed in answer and the chair 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 was my guest. Indeed, the Captain said, were you deep in wine? Señor. 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, Erb, is not settled as yet. But I have some rights in this case. I entered your house seeking news of this senor Zorro. The Captain lied. You, Erb, 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 Don Diego, that none of the 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 Highwayman 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, Cabillero. Don Carlos Pulido, as we know, does not stand high with those in authority. This Señor Zorro was at the Pulido Hacienda. You will remember and attack 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 Señor 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, Cabillero. Well, the Pulidos are returning to their own place tomorrow, I believe. I but asked them to be my guests so they could be away from the scenes of the Señor Zorro's deeds, and Señor 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 his excellency 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, Cabillero. 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 the Pulido, Señorita, I think. And I was a fool to hint to the Governor that he could be capable of treason. I must rectify that matter in some way. The man has not enough spirit to be a traitor. The threatened rain did not come that day nor that night, and the following morning found the sun shining brightly, and the sky blue and the scent of blossoms in the air. Soon after the morning meal, the Pulido Carita was driven to the front of the house by Don Diego's servants, and Don Carlos and his wife and daughter prepared to depart for their own hacienda. It desolates me, Don Diego said at the door, that there can be no match between the Señorita and myself. What shall I say to my father? Do not give up hope, Caballero. Don Carlos advised him. Perhaps when we are home again, and the Lita contrasts our humble abode with your magnificence here, she will change her mind. A woman changes her mind, Caballero, as often as she does the method of doing her hair. I had thought all would be arranged before now, Don Diego said. You think there is still hope? I trust so. Don Carlos said, but he doubted it, remembering the look that had been in the Señorita's face. However, he intended having a serious talk with her once they were home, and possibly might decide to insist on obedience even in this matter of taking a mate. So the usual courtesies were paid, and then the lumbering Carita was driven away, and Don Diego Vega turned back into his house with his head hanging upon his breast, as it always hung when he did himself the trouble to think. Presently he decided that he needed companionship for the moment, and left the house to cross the plaza and enter the tavern. The fat landlord rushed to greet him, conducted him to a choice seat near a window, and fetched wine without being commanded to do so. Don Diego spent the greater part of an hour looking through the window at the plaza, watching men and women come and go, observing the toiling natives, and now and then glancing up the trail that ran toward the San Gabriel Road. Down this trail presently he observed approaching two mountain men, and between their horses walked a third man, and Don Diego could see that ropes ran from this man's waist to the saddles of the horseman. What in the name of the saints have we here? he exclaimed, getting up from the bench and going closer to the window. Ha! said the landlord at his shoulder. That will be the prisoner coming now. Prisoner, said Don Diego, looking at him with a question in his glance. A native brought the news a short time ago, Cabillero. Once more, a fray is in the toils. Explain that one. The man is to go before the magistrado immediately for his trial. They say that he swindled a dealer in hides, and now must pay the penalty. He wished his trial at San Gabriel, but that was not allowed, since all there are in favor of the missions and the frailies. Who is the man? Don Diego asked. He is called Fray Felipe, Cabillero. What is this? Fray Felipe is an old man and my good friend. I spent night before the last with him at the hacienda he manages. No doubt he has imposed upon you, Cabillero, as upon others, the landlord said. Don Diego showed some slight interest now. He walked bristly from the tavern and went to the office of the magistrado in a little adobe building on the opposite side of the plaza. The horsemen were just arriving with their prisoner. They were two soldiers who had been stationed at San Gabriel, the frailies having been forced to give them bed and board in the governor's name. It was Fray Felipe. He had been forced to walk the entire distance, fastened to the saddles of his guards, and there were indications that the horsemen had galloped now and then to test the fray's powers of endurance. Fray Felipe's gown was almost in rags, and was covered with dust and perspiration. Those who crowded around him now gave him jeers and coarse jests, but the fray held his head proudly and pretended not to see or hear them. The soldiers dismounted and forced him into the magistrado's office, and the loiterers and natives crowded forward and through the door. Don Diego hesitated a moment and then stepped toward the door. One side scum, he cried, and the natives gave way before him. He entered and pressed through the throng. The magistrado saw him and beckoned him to a front seat, but Don Diego did not care to sit at that time. What is this we have here, he demanded. This is Fray Felipe, a godly man and my friend. He is a swindler, one of the soldiers retorted. If he is, then we can put our trust in no man, Don Diego observed. All this is quite irregular, Caviero. The magistrado insisted, stepping forward. The charges have been preferred, and the man is here to be tried. Then Don Diego sat down and court was convened. The man who made the complaint was an evil-looking fellow who explained that he was a dealer in tallow and hides and had a warehouse in San Gabriel. I went to the hacienda this Fray manages and purchased ten hides of him. He testified. After giving him the coins and payment and taking them to my storehouse, I found that the hides had not been cured properly. In fact, they were ruined. I returned to the hacienda and told the Fray as much, demanding that he return the money, which he refused to do. The hides were good, Fray Felipe put in. I told him I would return the money when he returned the hides. They were spoiled, the dealer declared. My assistant here will testify as much. They caused a stench and I had them burned immediately. The assistant testified as much. Have you anything to say, Fray, the magistrado asked? It will avail me nothing, Fray Felipe said. I already am found guilty and sentenced. Were I a follower of the licitious governor instead of a robed Franciscan, the hides would have been good. You speak treason, the magistrado cried. I speak truth, the magistrado puckered his lips and frowned. There has been entirely too much of this swindling, he said finally. Because a man wears a robe, he cannot rob with impunity. In this case, I deem it proper to make an example, that Fray Lees will see they cannot take advantage of their calling. The Fray must repay the man the price of the hides. And for the swindle he shall receive across his bare back ten lashes. And for the words of treason he has spoken, he shall receive five lashes additional. It is a sentence. So ends Chapter 20. Chapter 21 THE Natives jeered and applauded. Don Diego's face went white. And for an instant his eyes met those of Fray Felipe. And in the face of the latter he saw resignation. The office was cleared and the soldiers led the Fray to the place of execution in the middle of the plaza. Don Diego observed that the magistrado was grinning, and he realized what a farce the trial had been. These turbulent times, he said to a gentleman of his acquaintance who stood near. They tore Felipe's robe from his back, and started to lash him to the post. But the Fray had been a man of great strength in his day, and some of it remained to him in his advanced years. And it came to him now what ignominy he was to suffer. Suddenly he whirled the soldiers aside, and stooped to grasp the whip from the ground. You have removed my robe, he cried. I am man now, not Fray, one-side dogs. He lashed out with the whip. He cut a soldier across the face. He struck at two natives who sprang toward him. And then the throng was upon him, beating him down, kicking and striking at him, disregarding even the soldiers' orders. Don Diego Vega felt moved to action. He could not see his friend treated in this manner despite his docile disposition. He rushed into the midst of the throng, calling upon the natives to clear the way. But he felt a hand grasp his arm, and turned to look into the eyes of the magistrado. These are no actions for a caviero, the judge said in a low tone. The man has been sentenced properly. When you raise hand to give him aid, you raise hand against his excellency. Have you stopped to think of that, Don Diego Vega? Apparently Don Diego had not. And he realized, too, that he could do no good to his friend by interfering now. He nodded his head to the magistrado and turned away. But he did not go far. The soldiers had subdued Fray Felipe by now and had lashed him to the whipping-post. This was at an insult, for the post was used for none except insubordinate natives. The lash was swung through the air, and Don Diego saw blood spurt from Fray Felipe's bare back. He turned his face away then, for he could not bear to look. But he could count the lashes by the singing of the whip through the air, and he knew that proud old Fray Felipe was making not the slightest sound of pain and would die without doing so. He heard the natives laughing and turned back again to find that the whipping was at an end. The money must be repaid within two days, or you shall have fifteen lashes more, the magistrado was saying. Fray Felipe was untied and dropped to the ground at the foot of the post. The crowd began to melt away. Two Frayles who had followed from San Gabriel aided their brother to his feet and led him aside while the natives hooded. Don Diego Vega returned to his house. Send me Bernardo, he ordered to his dispensary. The butler bit his lip to keep from grinning as he went to do as he was bitten. Bernardo was a deaf and dumb native servant for whom Don Diego had a peculiar use. Within the minute he entered the great living room and bowed before his master. Bernardo, you are a gem, Don Diego said. You cannot speak or hear, cannot write or read, and have not sense enough to make your wants known by the sign language. You are the one man in the world to whom I can speak without having my ears talked off in reply. You do not ha me at every turn. Bernardo bobbed his head as if he understood. He always bobbed his head in that fashion when Don Diego's lips ceased to move. These are turbulent times, Bernardo. Don Diego continued. A man can find no place where he can meditate. Even at Fray Felipe's, night before last, there came a big sergeant pounding at the door. A man with nerves is in a sorry state. And this whipping of old Fray Felipe. Bernardo, let us hope that this Senor Zorro, who punishes those who work injustice, hears of the affairs and acts accordingly. Bernardo bobbed his head again. As for myself, I am in a pretty pickle. Don Diego went on. My father has ordered me to get me a wife, and the Senorita I selected will have none of me. I shall have my father taken me by the ear in short order. Bernardo, it is time for me to leave this pueblo for a few days. I shall go to the Hacienda of my father, to tell him that I have got no woman to wed me yet, and ask his indulgence. And there, on the wide hills behind his house, may I hope to find some spot where I may rest and consult the poets for one entire day without highwaymen and sergeants and unjust magistratos bothering me. And you, Bernardo, shall accompany me, of course. I can talk to you without your taking the words out of my mouth. Bernardo bobbed his head again. He guessed what was to come. It was a habit of Don Diego's to talk to him thus for a long time, and always there was a journey afterward. Bernardo liked that, because he worshipped Don Diego, and because he liked to visit the Hacienda of Don Diego's father, where he always was treated with kindness. The dispensary had been listening in the other room and had heard what was said. And now he gave orders for Don Diego's horse to be made ready and prepared a bottle of wine and water for the master to take with him. Within a short time Don Diego set out, Bernardo riding Mule a short distance behind him. They hurried along the high road and presently caught up with a small Carita, beside which walked two robe Franciscans, and in which was Fray Felipe, trying to keep back moans of pain. Don Diego dismounted beside the Carita as it stopped. He went over to it and clasped Fray Felipe's hands in his own. My poor friend, he said. It is but another instance of injustice, Fray Felipe said. For twenty years we of the missions have been subjected to it, and it grows. The saint of Junipero-Serra invaded this land when other men feared, and at San Diego de Arcala, he built the first mission of what became a chain, thus giving an empire to the world. Our mistake was that we prospered. We did the work, and others reaped the advantages. Don Diego nodded, and the other went on. They began taking our mission lands from us, lands we had cultivated, which had formed a wilderness, and which my brothers had turned into gardens and orchards. They robbed us of worldly goods, and not content with that, they now are persecuting us. The mission empire is doomed, Cabillero. The time is not far distant, when mission roofs will fall in and the walls crumble away. Some day people will look at the ruins and wonder how such a thing could come to pass. But we can do not, except submit. It is one of our principles. I did forget myself for a moment in the plaza at Rain of Day Los Angeles, when I took the whip and struck a man. It is our lot to submit. Sometimes, muse Don Diego, I wish I were a man of action. You give sympathy, my friend, which is worth its weight in precious stones. An action expressed in a wrong channel is worse than no action at all. Where do you ride? To the hacienda of my father, good friend. I must crave his pardon and ask his indulgence. He has ordered that I get me a wife, and I find it a difficult task. That should be an easy task for a vega. Any maiden would be proud to take that name. I had hoped to wed with the senorita Lolita Pulido, she having taken my fancy. A worthy maiden. Her father, too, has been subjected to unjust oppression. Did you join your family to his? None would dare raise hand against him. All that is very well, Frey, and the absolute truth, of course. But the senorita will have none of me. Don Diego complained. It appears that I have not dashed and spirited enough. She is hard to please, perhaps. Or possibly, she is but plain at being a coquete, with the hope of leading you on and increasing your ardor. A maid loves to tantalize a man, Cabiero. It is her privilege. I showed her my house in the Pueblo, and mentioned my great wealth, and agreed to purchase a new carriage for her. Don Diego told him. Did you show her your heart, mention your love, and agree to be a perfect husband? Don Diego looked at him blankly, then batted his eyes rapidly, and scratched at his chin, as he did sometimes when he was puzzled over a matter. What a perfectly silly idea, he exclaimed after a time. Try it, Cabiero. It may have an excellent effect. So ends Chapter 21 Chapter 22 of The Curse of Capistrano This Librivox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Barry Eads The Curse of Capistrano by Johnston McCully Chapter 22 Swift Punishment The Fralies drove the cart onward. Fray Felipe raised his hand in blessing, and Don Diego Vega turned his side into the other trail, the deaf and dumb Bernardo, following at his heels on the mule. Back in the Pueblo, the dealer in hides and tallow was the center of attraction at the tavern. The fat landlord was kept busy supplying his guests with wine. For the dealer in hides and tallow was spending a part of the money of which he had swindled Fray Felipe. The magistrato was spending the rest. There was boisterous laughter, as one recounted how Fray Felipe lay about him with the whip, and how the blood spurred it from his old back when the lash was applied. Not a whimper from him, cried the dealer in hides and tallow. He is a courageous old coyote. Now, last month we whipped one at San Fernando, and he howled for mercy. But some men said he had been ill and was weak, and possibly that was so. A tough lot, these Fralies. But it is great sport when we can make one howl. More wine, landlord. Fray Felipe is paying for it. There was a deal of rocious laughter at that, and the dealer's assistant, who had given perjured testimony, was tossed a coin and told to play a man and do his own buying. Whereupon the apprentice purchased wine for all in the inn, and howled merrily when the fat landlord gave him no change from his piece of money. Are you a fray that you pinch coins? The landlord asked. Those in the tavern howled with merriment again, and the landlord, who had cheated the assistant to the limit, grinned as he went about his business. It was a great day for the fat landlord. Who was the cabillero who showed some mercy toward the fray? The dealer asked. That was Don Diego Vega. The landlord replied. He will be getting himself into trouble. Not Don Diego Vega, said the landlord. You know the great Vega family. Do you not, senor? His excellency himself curries their favor. Did the vegas hold up as much as a little finger? There would be a political upheaval in these parts. Then he is a dangerous man. The dealer asked. A torrent of laughter answered him. Dangerous? Don Diego Vega? The landlord cried while tears ran down his fat cheeks. You will be the death of me. Don Diego does not but sit in the sun and dream. He scarcely ever wears a blade, except as a matter of show. He groans if he has to ride a few miles on a horse. Don Diego is about as dangerous as a lizard basking in the sun. But he is an excellent gentleman for all that. The landlord added hastily, afraid that his words would reach Don Diego's ears and Don Diego would take his custom elsewhere. It was almost dusk when the dealer in hides and tallow left the tavern with his assistant, and both reeled as they walked, for they had partaken of too much wine. They made their way to the Carita in which they traveled, waved their farewells to the group about the door of the tavern, and started slowly up the trail toward San Gabriel. They made their journey in a leisurely manner, continuing to drink from a jug of wine they had purchased. They went over the crest of the first hill, and the pueblo of Reina de Los Angeles was lost to view, and all they could see was the highway twisting before them, like a great dusty serpent, and the brown hills and a few buildings in the distance, where some main had his hacienda. They made a turning and found a horseman confronting them, sitting easily in the saddle, with his horse standing across the road in such manner that they could not pass. Turn your horse, turn your beast! The dealer in hides and tallow cried, Would you have me drive over you? The assistant gave an exclamation that was part of fear, and the dealer looked more closely at the horseman. His jaw dropped, his eyes bulged. Kiss Senor Zorro, he exclaimed, By the saints! Tissed the curse of Capistrano, a way down here near San Gabriel. He would not bother me, Senor Zorro. I am a poor man and have no money. Only yesterday a fray swindled me, and I have been to the Reina de Los Angeles seeking justice. Did you get it? Senor Zorro asked. The magistrado was kind, Senor. He ordered the fray to repay me, but I do not know when I shall get the money. Get out of the Carita, and your assistant also. Senor Zorro commanded. But I have no money. The dealer protested. Out of the Carita with you. Do I have to request it twice? Move, or Lead finds a lodging-place in your carcass. Now the dealer saw that the highwayman held a pistol in his hand, and he squealed with sudden fright, and got out of the cart as speedily as possible, his assistant tumbling out at his heels. They stood in the dusty highway before Senor Zorro, trembling with fear, the dealer begging for mercy. I have no money with me, kind highwayman, but I shall get it for you. The dealer cried. I shall carry it where you say, whenever you wish. Silence, beast, Senor Zorro cried. I do not want your money, perjurer. I know all about the farce of a trial at Reina de Los Angeles. I have ways of finding out about such things speedily. So the aged fray swindled you, eh? Liar and thief. Teju, who are the swindler, and they gave that old and godly man fifteen lashes across his bare back because of the lies you told, and you and the magistrado will divide the money of which you swindled him. I swear by the saints. Do not. You have done enough fault-swaring already. Step forward. The dealer complied, trembling as if with a disease, and Senor Zorro dismounted swiftly and walked around in front of his horse. The dealer's assistant was standing beside the Carita, and his face was white. Forward! Senor Zorro commanded again. Again the dealer complied, but suddenly he began to beg for mercy, for Senor Zorro had taken a mule whip from beneath his long cloak and held it ready in his right hand while he held the pistol in his left. Turn your back! He commanded now. Mercy, good highwayman, am I to be beaten as well as robbed? You would whip an honest merchant because of a thieving fray. The first blow fell, and the dealer shrieked with pain. His last remark appeared to have given strength to the highwayman's arm. The second blow fell, and the dealer in hides and tallow went to his knees in the dusty high road. Then Senor Zorro returned his pistol to his belt and stepped forward and grasped the dealer's mop of hair with his left hand, so as to hold him up, and with the right he reigned heavy blows with the mule whip upon the man's back until his tough coat and shirt were cut to ribbons and the blood soaked through. That, for a man who purges himself and has an honest fray punished, Senor Zorro cried, and then he gave his attention to the assistant. No doubt, young man, you but carried out your master's orders when you lied before the magistrato, he said, but you must be taught to be honest and fair, no matter what the circumstances. Mercy, Senor, the assistant howled. Did you not laugh when the fray was being whipped? Are you not filled with wine now because you have been celebrating the punishment that godly man received for something he did not do? Senor Zorro grasped the youth by the nape of his neck, whirled him around, and sent a stiff blow at his shoulders. The boy shrieked and then began whimpering. Five lashes in all he received, for Senor Zorro apparently did not wish to render him unconscious, and finally he hurled the boy from him and looped his whip. Let us hope both of you have learned your lesson, he said. Get into the Carita and drive on, and when you speak of this occurrence, tell the truth, else I hear of it and punish you again. Let me not learn that you have said some 15 or 20 men surrounded and held you while I worked with the whip. The apprentice sprang into the cart and his master followed, and they whipped up and disappeared in a cloud of dust toward San Gabriel. Senor Zorro looked after them for a time, then lifted his mask and wiped the perspiration from his face, and then mounted his horse again, fastening the mule whip to the pommel of his saddle. So ends Chapter 22 Chapter 23 of the Curse of Capistrano. This Librivox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Barry Eads. The Curse of Capistrano by Johnston McCully. Chapter 23 More Punishment Senor Zorro rode quickly to the crest of the hill beneath which was the Pueblo, and there he stopped his horse and looked down at the village. It was almost dark, but he could see quite well enough for his purpose. Candles had been lighted in the tavern, and from the building came the sounds of raucous song and loud jest. Candles were burning at the Presidio, and from some of the houses came the odor of cooking food. Senor Zorro rode on down the hill. When he reached the edge of the plaza, he put spurs to his horse and dashed up to the tavern door, before which half a dozen men were congregated, the most of them under the influence of wine. Landlord! he cried. None of the men about the door gave him particular attention at first, thinking he was but some cabillero on a journey wishing refreshment. The landlord hurried out, rubbing his fat hands together and stepped close to the horse, and then he saw that the rider was masked and that the muzzle of a pistol was threatening him. Is the magistrato within? Senor Zorro asked. See, senor, stand where you are and pass the word for him. Say there is a cabillero here who wishes speech with him regarding a certain matter. The terrified landlord shrieked for the magistrato, and the word was passed inside. Presently the judge came staggering out, crying in a loud voice to know who had summoned him from his pleasant entertainment. He staggered up to the horse and put one hand against it, and looked up to find two glittering eyes regarding him through a mask. He opened his mouth to shriek, but senor Zorro warned him in time. Not a sound or you die, he said. I have come to punish you. Today you passed judgment on a godly man who was innocent. Moreover, you knew of his innocence, and his trial was but a farce. By your order he received a certain number of lashes. You shall have the same payment. You dare. Silence! the highwayman commanded. You about the door there. Come to my side, he called. They crowded forward. Most of them peons who thought that here was a cabillero who wished something done and had gold to pay for it. In the dusk they did not see the mask and pistol until they stood beside the horse, and it was too late to retreat then. We are going to punish this unjust magistrato, senor Zorro told them. The five of you will seize him now and conduct him to the post in the middle of the plaza, and there you will tie him. The first man defaulter receives a slug of lead from my pistol, and my blade will deal with the others. And I wish speed also. The frightened magistrato began to screech now. Laugh loudly that his cries may not be heard, the highwayman ordered, and the men laughed as loudly as they could. Albeit there was a peculiar quality to their laughter. They seized the magistrato by the arms and conducted him to the post and bound him there with thongs. You will line up, senor Zorro told them. You will take this whip and each of you will lash this man five times. I shall be watching, and if I see the whip fall lightly once, I shall deal out punishment. Begin. He tossed the whip to the first man, and the punishment began. Senor Zorro had no fault defined with the manner in which it was given, for there was great fear in the hearts of the peons, and they whipped with strength and willingly. You also, landlord, senor Zorro said. He will put me in for it afterward. The landlord wailed. Do you prefer carcel or a coffin, senor? The highwayman asked. It became evident that the landlord preferred the carcel. He picked up the whip and he surpassed the peons in the strength of his blows. The magistrato was hanging heavily from the thongs now. Unconsciousness had come to him with about the fifteenth blow, more through fear than through pain and punishment. Unfasten the man, the highwayman ordered. Two men sprang forward to do his bidding. Carry him to his house, senor Zorro went on, and tell the people of the pueblo that this is the manner in which senor Zorro punishes those who oppress the poor and helpless, who give unjust verdicts and who steal in the name of the law. Go your ways. The magistrato was carried away, groaning, consciousness returning to him now. Senor Zorro turned once more to the landlord. We shall return to the tavern, he said. You will go inside and fetch me a mug of wine, and stand beside my horse while I drink it. It would be only a waste of breath for me to say what will happen to you if you attempt treachery on the way. But there was fear of the magistrato in the landlord's heart as great as his fear of senor Zorro. He went back to the tavern beside the highwayman's horse and he hurried inside as if to get the wine, but he sounded the alarm. Senor Zorro is without. He hissed at those nearest the table. He has just caused the magistrato to be whipped cruelly. He has sent me to get him a mug of wine. Then he went on to the wine cask and began drawing the drink slowly as possible. There was sudden activity inside the tavern. Some half-dozen cabilleros were there, men who followed in the footsteps of the governor. Now they drew their blades and began creeping towards the door, and one of them, who possessed a pistol and had it in his sash, drew it out, saw that it was prepared for work, and followed in their wake. Senor Zorro, sitting his horse some twenty feet from the door of the tavern, suddenly beheld a throng rush out at him, saw the light flash from half a dozen blades, heard the report of a pistol, and heard a ball whistle past his head. The landlord was standing in the doorway, praying that the highwayman would be captured, for then he would be given some credit, and perhaps the magistrato would not punish him for having used the lash. Senor Zorro caused his horse to rear high in the air and then raked the beast with the spurs. The animal sprang forward into the midst of the cabilleros, scattering them. That was what Senor Zorro wanted. His blade already was out of its scabbard, and it passed through a man's sword arm, swung over, and drew blood on another. He fenced like a maniac, maneuvering his horse to keep his antagonists separated, so that only one could get at him at a time. Now the air was filled with shrieks and cries, and men came tumbling from the houses to ascertain the cause of the commotion. Senor Zorro knew that some of them would have pistols, and while he feared no blade, he realized that a man could stand some distance away and cut him down with a pistol-ball. So he caused his horse to plunge forward again, and before the fat landlord realized it, Senor Zorro was beside him and had reached down and grasped him by the arm. The horse darted away, the fat landlord dragging, shrieking for rescue and begging for mercy in the same breath. Senor Zorro rode with him to the whipping-post. Hand me that whip, he commanded. The shrieking landlord obeyed and called upon the saints to protect him, and then Senor Zorro turned him loose and curled the whip around his fat middle. As the landlord tried to run, he cut at him again and again. He left him once to charge down upon those who had blades and so scattered them, and then he was back with the landlord again, applying the whip. You tried treachery, he cried. Dog of a thief! You would send men about my ears, eh? I'll strip your tough hide. Mercy! The landlord shrieked and fell to the ground. Senor Zorro cut at him again, bringing forth a yell more than blood. He wheeled his horse and darted at the nearest of his foes. Another pistol ball whistled past his head, another man spraying at him with blade ready. Senor Zorro ran the man neatly through the shoulder and put spurs to his horse again. He galloped as far as the whipping-post, and there he stopped his horse and faced them for an instant. There are not enough of you to make a fight interesting, Senors. He cried. He swept off his sombrero and bowed to them in nice mockery. And then he wheeled his horse again and dashed away.