Gustave Aimard
The Insurgent Chief
CHAPTER V
THE PREPARATIONS OF TYRO
The painter's rencontre, on his leaving the convent, had struck him with a sad presentiment as to his protégés.
Without being able quite clearly to account for the sentiments he entertained for them, however unfortunate himself, he felt himself constrained to aid and succour by all means in his power, the women who, without knowing him, had so frankly claimed his protection.
His self-love – first as a man, and then as a Frenchman – was flattered at the part which he thus found himself called on to play unawares in this sombre and mysterious affair, the whole of which, notwithstanding the confidence of the marchioness, he much doubted whether they had revealed to him.
But what mattered that?
Placed by chance – or rather by bad fortune – which so furiously pursued him, in an almost desperate situation, the risks that he had to run in succouring these two ladies, did not much aggravate that situation; whereas, if he succeeded in enabling them to escape the fate which threatened them, while he saved himself, he would bring to bear on his persecutors a little warlike strategy in showing himself more keen than they, and would once for all avenge the continual apprehensions they had caused him since his arrival at San Miguel.
These reflections, in bringing back calmness to the young man's mind, gave him back also his careless gaiety, and it was with a quick and deliberate step that he rejoined Tyro at the spot which the latter had assigned as a permanent rendezvous.
The place was well chosen; it was a natural grotto, not very deep, situated at two pistol shots or so from the town, so well concealed from curious eyes by the chaos of rocks, and of thickets of parasitic plants, that, unless the exact position of this grotto were known, it was impossible to discover it – so much the more, as its mouth opened onto the river, and that to enter it, it was necessary to go into the water up to the knees. Tyro, half lying on a mass of dry leaves, covered with two or three Araucanian pellones3 and ponchos, was carelessly smoking a cigarette of maize straw, while he waited for his master.
The latter, after being assured that no one was watching him, removed his shoes, tucked up his trousers, went into the water, and entered the grotto – not, however, without having whistled two separate times, in order to warn the Indian of his arrival.
"Ouf!" said he, as he entered the grotto, "A singular fashion this of coming into one's house. Here am I returned, Tyro."
"I see, master," gravely answered the Indian, without changing his position.
"Now," pursued the young man, "let me resume my clothes, and then we can talk. I have much to tell you."
"And I also, master."
"Ah!" said he, looking at him.
"Yes; but first change your clothes."
"That's right," resumed the young man.
He immediately proceeded to abandon his disguise, and soon he had recovered his ordinary appearance.
"There – that's done," said he, sitting near the Indian, and lighting a cigarette. "I can tell you that this disgusting costume annoys me horribly, and I shall be happy when I shall be able to get rid of it altogether."
"That will be soon, I hope, master."
"And I also, my friend. God grant that we have not deceived ourselves! Now, what have you to tell me? Speak, I am listening."
"But you – have you not told me you have news?"
"That is true; but I am anxious to know what you have to tell me. I believe it is more important than what I have to tell you. So, speak first; my communication will come soon enough."
"As you please, master," answered the Indian, settling himself, and throwing away his cigarette, which began to burn his fingers; then, half turning his head towards the young man, and looking him full in the face —
"Are you brave?" he asked.
This question, put so suddenly unawares, caused such a profound surprise to the painter, that he hesitated an instant.
"Well," he at last answered, "I believe so then, collecting himself by degrees," he added, with a slight smile. "Besides, my good Tyro, bravery is in France so common a virtue, that there is no conceit on my part in asserting that I possess it."
"Good!" murmured the Indian, who caught his idea, "You are brave, master; and so am I, I believe; I have seen you in several circumstances conduct yourself very well."
"Then why ask me this question?" said the painter, with some slight annoyance.
"Do not be angry, master," quickly replied the Indian, "my intentions are good. When a serious expedition is commenced, and when we wish to bring it to a good conclusion, it is necessary to calculate all the chances. You are a Frenchman – that is to say, a foreigner, not long in this country, of the customs of which you are completely ignorant."
"I admit that," interrupted the young man.
"You find yourself on an unknown territory, which, at every moment must be a mystery to you. In asking you, then, if you are brave, I do not doubt your courage I have seen you act courageously – only I wish to know if this courage is white or red; if it shines as much in darkness and solitude as in broad daylight, and before the crowd – that's all."
"Thus put, I understand the question, but I do not know how to answer it, not having ever found myself in a situation where it was necessary for me to employ the kind of courage of which you speak. I can simply, and in all confidence, assure you of this – that day or night, alone or in company, in default of bravery, pride would always prevent me from retreating, and would constrain me to front my adversaries, whoever they might be, if they stood before me to oppose my will, when I had formed a resolution."
"I thank you for that assurance, master, for our task will be arduous, and I shall be happy to know that you will not abandon me in the great danger in which I shall be placed, and my devotion to you."
"You can count on my word, Tyro," answered the painter; "so, banish all afterthoughts, and boldly march ahead."
"That I will do, master, you may depend. Now, let us leave that, and come to the news that I had to tell you."
"Just so," said the painter; "what is this news – good or bad?"
"That depends, master, on how you estimate it."
"Good; let me know first."
"Do you know that the Spanish officers, whom they were going to try tomorrow, or the day after, have escaped?"
"Escaped!" cried, the painter, with astonishment, "When was that?"
"This very morning; they passed near here scarcely two hours ago, mounted on horses of the Pampas, and galloping furiously in the direction of the Cordilleras."
"Upon my word, so much the better for them – I am delighted at it, for, as matters go in this country, they would have been shot."
"They would have been shot certainly," said the Indian, nodding his head.
"That would have been a pity," said the young man. "Although I know very little about them, and they have placed me, by their fault, in a rather difficult position, I should have been sorry if any misfortune had happened to them. So you are certain that they have really escaped?"
"Master, I have seen them."
"Then, bon voyage! God grant that they may not be retaken."
"Do you not fear that this flight may be prejudicial?"
"To me! Why?" cried he, with surprise.
"Have you not been indirectly implicated in their affairs?"
"That is true, but I believe I have nothing to fear now, and that the suspicions which had been excited against me have been completely dissipated."
"So much the better, master; however, if I may give you advice – believe me, be prudent."
"Come, talk candidly. I see behind your Indian circumlocutions a serious thought which possesses you, and which you wish me to share. Respect, or some fear that I cannot understand, alone prevents you from explaining yourself."
"Since you demand it, master, I will explain myself, especially as time presses. The flight of the two Spanish officers has awakened suspicions which were but suppressed; and now they accuse you of having encouraged them in their project of flight, and of having procured them the means of accomplishing it."
"I! Why, that is impossible! I have not once seen them since their arrest."
"I know it, master; however, it is as I say; I am well informed."
"Then my position becomes extremely delicate; I do not know what to do."
"I have thought of that for you, master; we Indians form a population apart in the town. Disliked by the Spaniards, scorned by the Creoles, we sustain one another, in order to be in a position, in case of need, to resist the injustice they may design to do us. Since I have occupied myself with preparations for your journey, I have communicated with several men of my tribe, engaged in the families of certain persons in the town, in order to be informed of all that passes, and to warn you against treachery. I knew yesterday evening that the Spanish officers were going to escape today at the rising of the sun. For several days, aided by their friends, they have planned their flight."
"I do not yet see," interrupted the painter, "what relation there is between this flight and anything which concerns me personally."
"Wait, master," pursued the Indian, "I am coming to that. This morning, after having aided you to disguise yourself, I followed you and entered the town. The news of the flight of the officers was already known – everybody was talking of it. I mixed myself in several groups, where this flight was commented on in a hundred different ways. Your name was in every mouth."
"But I knew nothing of this flight."
"I know it well, master; but you are a stranger – that is enough for them to accuse you – so much the more as you have an enemy determined on your ruin who has spread abroad this report, and given it consistency."
"An enemy! – I!" said the young man, astounded; "It is impossible!"
The Indian smiled, sarcastically.
"Soon you will know it, master," said he; "but it is useless to occupy ourselves with him at this moment; it is you we must think of – you that we must save."
The young man shook his head sadly.
"No," said he, with a sad voice; "I see that I am really lost this time; all that I might do would but hasten my destruction; better resign myself to my fate."
The Indian looked at him for some moments with an astonishment that he did not seek to dissimulate.
"Was I not right, master," he resumed at last, "to ask you at the commencement of this conversation, if you had courage?"
"What do you mean?" cried the young man, suddenly collecting himself, and darting a look at the Indian.
Tyro did not lower his eyes; his countenance remained impassive, and it was with the same calm voice, with the same careless accent, that he continued:
"In this country, master, courage does not resemble in anything what you possess. Every man is brave with the sabre or the gun in hand – especially here, where, without reckoning men, we are constantly obliged to struggle against all kinds of animals of the most destructive and ferocious character; but what signifies that?"
"I do not understand you," answered the young man.
"Pardon me, master, for teaching you things of which you are ignorant. There is a courage that you must acquire – it is that which consists in appearing to give in when the strife is unequal – reserving yourself, while you feign flight, to take your revenge later. Your enemies have an immense advantage over you; they know you; they therefore act against you with certainty, while you do not know them. You are liable at the first movement you make to fall into the snare spread under your feet, and thus to give yourself up without hope of vengeance."
"What you say is full of sense, Tyro; only you speak to me in enigmas. Who are these enemies whom I do not know, and who appear so determined on my destruction?"
"I cannot yet tell you their names, master; but have patience – a day will come when you will know them."
"Have patience! – It's very well to say that. Unhappily, I am up to my neck in a trap, out of which I do not know how to escape."
"Leave it to me, master; I will answer for all. You will escape more easily than you think."
"Hum! That appears to me very difficult."
The Indian smiled, as he slightly shrugged his shoulders.
"All the whites are like this," murmured he, as if he were speaking to himself; "in appearance their conformation is the same as our own, and, nevertheless, they are completely incapable of doing the least thing by themselves."
"It is possible," answered the young man, nettled at this uncomplimentary remark; "that involves a number of considerations too long to explain to you, and which, moreover, you would not understand; let us return to what ought solely to occupy us just now. I repeat, that I find my position desperate, and that I do not know, even with the aid of your devotion, in what way I shall escape."
There was a short interval of silence between the two men, and then the Indian resumed, but this time with a clear and decided voice, like that of a man who desires to be understood at once, without being obliged to lose precious time in explanations.
"Master," said he, "as soon as I was informed of what had passed, convinced that I should not be unsupported by you, I laid my plan, and put myself in a position to ward off the new blow which threatens you. My first care was to go to your house. They know me; the greater part of the attendants are my friends; they took no heed of me. I was free to go and come as I liked, without attracting attention. I then took advantage of a time when the house was almost deserted on account of the siesta which closed the eyes of masters and servants, and, aided by some of my friends, I hastily carried away all that belongs to you, even to your horses, which I loaded with your baggage, and your boxes full of papers and linen."
"Well," interrupted the young man, with a satisfaction clouded by slight anxiety; "but what will my countryman think of this proceeding?"
"Do not let that distress you, master," answered the Guaraní, with a singularly expressive smile.
"Be it so; you no doubt found a plausible pretext to account for this strange proceeding."
"That is just it," said he, with a chuckle.
"Very well; but now tell me, Tyro; what have you done with this baggage? I should by no means like to lose it – it contains the best part of my fortune. I cannot camp out in the open air, more especially as that would avail me nothing, and that those who have an interest in seeking me would soon discover me; on the other hand, I can scarcely see in what house I can lodge, without running the risk of being soon arrested."
The Indian laughed.
"Eh! Eh!" gaily said the young man. "As you laugh, it is, perhaps, because my affairs go on well, and that you are nearly certain of having found a safe shelter."
"You are wrong, master. I am immediately going to seek some spot where you will be safe and completely hidden from pursuit."
"The devil! That is not so easy to find in the town."
"But it is not in the town that I look for it."
"Oh, oh! Where then? I scarcely see that there is any place in the country where it is possible for me to hide."
"That is because you do not, like we Indians, understand the desert. At about two miles from here, in a rancho of the Guaraní Indians, I have found an asylum where I defy them to come and look for you, or, in case of a visit, to find you."
"You strangely pique my curiosity. Is everything prepared to receive me?"
"Yes, master."
"Why do we then remain here, instead of going there?"
"Because, master, the sun has not yet set, and it is too light to venture into the country."
"You are right, my brave Tyro; I thank you for this new service."
"I have only done my duty, master."
"Hum! Well, since you wish it, I consent. Only, believe that I am not ungrateful. So that is agreed. I am unhoused. My dear compatriot will be much astonished when he finds that I have left without taking leave of him."
The Indian laughed, without answering.
"Unhappily, my friend," continued the young man, "this position is very precarious; it cannot last for long."
"Depend upon me for that, master; before three days we shall have set out. All my measures are taken accordingly. My preparations would have been finished already, if I had had at my disposal a sufficient sum to purchase some indispensable things."
"Do not let that disturb you," cried the young man, quickly putting his hand into his pocket, and drawing from it the purse which the marchioness had given him; "there is the money."
"Oh!" said the Indian, with joy, "There is much more than we want."
But suddenly the painter became sad, and took the purse again from the hands of the Guaraní.
"I am mad," said he. "We cannot use that money, it is not ours; we have no right to make use of it."
Tyro looked at him with surprise.
"Yes," continued he, gently shaking his head, "this sum has been given to me by the person whom I have promised to save, in order to prepare everything for her flight."
"Well?" said the Indian.
"Why, now," resumed the young man, "the affair appears to me to be quite altered; I should have a right, I think, to save myself alone."
"Your situation is just the same, master; you can keep the word that you have given; in fact, perhaps you are in a better position today than you were yesterday, to organise, not only your flight, but that of these persons. I have foreseen all."
"Come, explain yourself; for I begin no longer to understand you at all."
"How is that, master?"
"Why, you appear to know my affairs better than I do."
"Do not let that distress you. I only know as much about your affairs as I ought to know, to be useful to you in case of need, and to be in a position to prove to you what is my devotion for you. Moreover, if you wish it, I will appear to know nothing."
"That is a good joke!" exclaimed the young man, laughing. "Come, since it is not even possible to keep my secrets to myself, act as you like – sorcerer that you are. I shall complain no more; now, continue."
"Only give me this gold, master, and leave me to act."
"Well, I think that is the best; take it then," added he, putting the purse in his hand; "only, make haste, for you ought to know better than I do, that we have no time to lose."
"Oh! Just now nothing presses. They believe you have gone; they are searching for you far away; they thus give you every facility to do here all that you wish."
"That is true. If it only concerned myself, upon my word I have so great a confidence in my own skill, that I should not hurry myself at all, I assure you; but – "
"Yes," he interrupted, "I know what you wish to say, master, it concerns these ladies. They are anxious to be off, and they are right; but they have nothing to fear before three days. I only ask two, is that too much?"
"No, certainly; only I confess there is one thing which much embarrasses me at present."
"What is it, master?"
"It is how I shall introduce myself into the convent to warn them."
"That is very simple; you will go in the convent in the same disguise that you assumed yesterday."
"Hum! You think that is not risking too much?"
"Not the least in the world, master. Who will care to concern himself about a poor old man?"
"Well, I will try; if I fail, I shall have done my duty as a gallant man; my conscience will reproach me in nothing."
They continued to talk thus for several hours, making their final arrangements, and trying to foresee all the chances which might, at the last moment, occur to mar the success of their projects.
The more the young Frenchman became intimately acquainted with the Guaraní, the more he discovered intelligence in this poor Indian, so simple and so artless in appearance, and the more he congratulated himself on having accepted his offers of service, and trusting to him.
It should be added that if the painter had not thus, at this critical period, met this devoted servant, he would have been in a most critical situation, and it would have been almost impossible for him to escape from the terrible danger suspended over his head. He frankly owned this, and, putting aside the prejudices of race, he wisely left his servant to act for himself, contenting himself with following his counsels without trying to have his own way – which showed that the young man, notwithstanding his apparent frivolity of character, had good common sense, and a rather uncommon rectitude of judgment.
About half an hour after sunset, the two men quitted the grotto, in the recesses of which they had remained hidden more than four hours.
The Indian, who, notwithstanding the darkness, appeared to see as if it were broad daylight, guided his master through the intricate paths, apparently inextricable, but through which he proceeded with a certainty which indicated a complete knowledge of the places which he traversed. The painter, unaccustomed to these night journeys, followed him as well as he could, stumbling at nearly every step, but not being discouraged, and cheerfully taking his part in this new adventure.
The journey from the grotto to the place where they were to stay was short – it did not last longer than three-quarters of an hour.
Tyro stopped before a rancho of a sufficiently miserable aspect, built on the summit of a hill. He opened, without otherwise announcing his presence, a door formed of an ox hide stretched over a hurdle of willow.
The rancho was, or rather appeared, deserted.
The Indian struck a light with his flint and steel, and lit a sebo.4
The interior of the rancho resembled the exterior, and was very miserable.
"Eh?" said Emile, casting a scrutinising look round him, "This rancho is abandoned, then."
"By no means, master," answered Tyro; "but the occupants have withdrawn into the other room, so as not to see us."
"Oh! Oh! And for why?"
"Simply because, if they should come to look for us here, they could with a good conscience affirm that that they do not know you, and that they have not seen you."
"Ha, ha, ha!" laughed the young man, "That is very good of them, good people that they are! Well, I see with pleasure that the Jesuits make good pupils as well in America as in Europe. The plan is very ingenious."
Tyro did not answer. He was in the act of removing with a pickaxe a slight layer of earth, under which soon appeared a trapdoor. The Indian lifted it up.
"Come, master," said he.
"The devil!" murmured the young man, with some hesitation, "Am I going to be buried alive?"
The Indian had already disappeared in the opening left gaping by the removal of the trapdoor.
"Come," said the young man, "there is no time to hesitate."
He leant over the hole, perceived the first steps of a ladder, and boldly descended into the cave, where Tyro awaited him, the sebo being held towards him, to give him light, and prevent a false step.
This cavern was rather large and high, and completely furnished with palm mats to absorb the moisture. All the baggage of the young man had been brought here, and was ranged with care.
A washing stand, a couch, a table, and a hammock, hung in a corner, completed the simple furniture of the place.
Several candles and a lamp were placed on the table.
At each end of the cavern, the form of which was nearly oval, were galleries.
"Here is our temporary apartment, master," said the Guaraní; "each of these galleries is carried, after a few turns, a good way into the country. In case of alarm, you have a safe retreat; your horses have been placed by me in the gallery to the left; they have all they want. In this basket you will find provisions for three days. I do not pledge you as to going out before you have seen me; only I warn you that I shall not return till all is ready for your flight; you will be here completely in safety. You have only to be patient."
While he thus spoke, the Indian had taken from the basket, and spread on the table, after having lit the lamp, provisions for the supper, of which the painter, who had fasted since he left the convent, began to feel the necessity.
"Now, master, I am going up into the rancho, to put everything in order, and to remove all traces of our movements. Good-bye, for the present, and keep up your spirits."
"Thank you, Tyro; but, in the name of Heaven, remember that I trust entirely to you; do not leave me too long a prisoner."
"Depend on me, master. Ah! I forgot to tell you that when I return, it will be by the gallery to the right I shall imitate the cry of the owl three times before entering."
"Well, I will remember. Will you not keep company with me, and have supper?"
"Thank you, master, that is impossible; I must be at San Miguel in an hour."
"Well, do as you wish," answered the painter, suppressing a sigh; "I will not detain you anymore."
"Au revoir, master; patience for a short time."
"À bientôt, Tyro; as to the patience you recommend, I will try and exercise it."
The Indian remounted the ladder, disappeared through the opening, and, after having again bidden adieu to his master, he re-closed the trapdoor.
Emile found himself alone.
He remained a short time motionless, buried in sad reflections; but soon, shaking his head several times, he seated himself on the couch, and proceeded to attack the provisions placed before him on the table.
"Supper!" said he; "That will pass away an hour, especially as I feel a formidable appetite. Positively," added he, after a pause, with his mouth full, "when, on my return to France, I relate my adventures in America, no one will believe me!"
And, pleased with this reflection, he carefully proceeded with his supper.
