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It
was
to
him
,
too
,
that
Hernandez
came
after
he
had
deserted
,
three
years
afterwards
.
He
had
still
his
uniform
on
with
the
sergeant
's
stripes
on
the
sleeve
,
and
the
blood
of
his
colonel
upon
his
hands
and
breast
.
Three
troopers
followed
him
,
of
those
who
had
started
in
pursuit
but
had
ridden
on
for
liberty
.
And
he
told
Charles
Gould
how
he
and
a
few
friends
,
seeing
those
soldiers
,
lay
in
ambush
behind
some
rocks
ready
to
pull
the
trigger
on
them
,
when
he
recognized
his
compadre
and
jumped
up
from
cover
,
shouting
his
name
,
because
he
knew
that
Hernandez
could
not
have
been
coming
back
on
an
errand
of
injustice
and
oppression
.
Those
three
soldiers
,
together
with
the
party
who
lay
behind
the
rocks
,
had
formed
the
nucleus
of
the
famous
band
,
and
he
,
the
narrator
,
had
been
the
favourite
lieutenant
of
Hernandez
for
many
,
many
years
.
He
mentioned
proudly
that
the
officials
had
put
a
price
upon
his
head
,
too
;
but
it
did
not
prevent
it
getting
sprinkled
with
grey
upon
his
shoulders
.
And
now
he
had
lived
long
enough
to
see
his
compadre
made
a
general
.
He
had
a
burst
of
muffled
laughter
.
"
And
now
from
robbers
we
have
become
soldiers
.
But
look
,
Caballero
,
at
those
who
made
us
soldiers
and
him
a
general
!
Look
at
these
people
!
"
Ignacio
shouted
.
The
light
of
the
carriage
lamps
,
running
along
the
nopal
hedges
that
crowned
the
bank
on
each
side
,
flashed
upon
the
scared
faces
of
people
standing
aside
in
the
road
,
sunk
deep
,
like
an
English
country
lane
,
into
the
soft
soil
of
the
Campo
.
They
cowered
;
their
eyes
glistened
very
big
for
a
second
;
and
then
the
light
,
running
on
,
fell
upon
the
half-denuded
roots
of
a
big
tree
,
on
another
stretch
of
nopal
hedge
,
caught
up
another
bunch
of
faces
glaring
back
apprehensively
.
Three
women
--
of
whom
one
was
carrying
a
child
--
and
a
couple
of
men
in
civilian
dress
--
one
armed
with
a
sabre
and
another
with
a
gun
--
were
grouped
about
a
donkey
carrying
two
bundles
tied
up
in
blankets
.
Further
on
Ignacio
shouted
again
to
pass
a
carreta
,
a
long
wooden
box
on
two
high
wheels
,
with
the
door
at
the
back
swinging
open
.
Some
ladies
in
it
must
have
recognized
the
white
mules
,
because
they
screamed
out
,
"
Is
it
you
,
Dona
Emilia
?
"
At
the
turn
of
the
road
the
glare
of
a
big
fire
filled
the
short
stretch
vaulted
over
by
the
branches
meeting
overhead
.
Near
the
ford
of
a
shallow
stream
a
roadside
rancho
of
woven
rushes
and
a
roof
of
grass
had
been
set
on
fire
by
accident
,
and
the
flames
,
roaring
viciously
,
lit
up
an
open
space
blocked
with
horses
,
mules
,
and
a
distracted
,
shouting
crowd
of
people
.
When
Ignacio
pulled
up
,
several
ladies
on
foot
assailed
the
carriage
,
begging
Antonia
for
a
seat
.
To
their
clamour
she
answered
by
pointing
silently
to
her
father
.
"
I
must
leave
you
here
,
"
said
Charles
Gould
,
in
the
uproar
.
The
flames
leaped
up
sky-high
,
and
in
the
recoil
from
the
scorching
heat
across
the
road
the
stream
of
fugitives
pressed
against
the
carriage
.
A
middle-aged
lady
dressed
in
black
silk
,
but
with
a
coarse
manta
over
her
head
and
a
rough
branch
for
a
stick
in
her
hand
,
staggered
against
the
front
wheel
.
Two
young
girls
,
frightened
and
silent
,
were
clinging
to
her
arms
.
Charles
Gould
knew
her
very
well
.
"
Misericordia
!
We
are
getting
terribly
bruised
in
this
crowd
!
"
she
exclaimed
,
smiling
up
courageously
to
him
.
"
We
have
started
on
foot
.
All
our
servants
ran
away
yesterday
to
join
the
democrats
.
We
are
going
to
put
ourselves
under
the
protection
of
Father
Corbelan
,
of
your
sainted
uncle
,
Antonia
.
He
has
wrought
a
miracle
in
the
heart
of
a
most
merciless
robber
.
A
miracle
!
"
She
raised
her
voice
gradually
up
to
a
scream
as
she
was
borne
along
by
the
pressure
of
people
getting
out
of
the
way
of
some
carts
coming
up
out
of
the
ford
at
a
gallop
,
with
loud
yells
and
cracking
of
whips
.
Great
masses
of
sparks
mingled
with
black
smoke
flew
over
the
road
;
the
bamboos
of
the
walls
detonated
in
the
fire
with
the
sound
of
an
irregular
fusillade
.
And
then
the
bright
blaze
sank
suddenly
,
leaving
only
a
red
dusk
crowded
with
aimless
dark
shadows
drifting
in
contrary
directions
;
the
noise
of
voices
seemed
to
die
away
with
the
flame
;
and
the
tumult
of
heads
,
arms
,
quarrelling
,
and
imprecations
passed
on
fleeing
into
the
darkness
.
