The Curse of Capistrano by Harrington Strong (story read aloud TXT) 📕
And again the door was opened suddenly, and a man entered the inn on a gust of the storm.
Chapter 3
Senor Zorro Pays a Visit
THE NATIVE HURRIED forward to fasten the door against the force of the wind, and then retreated to his corner again. The newcomer had his back toward those in the long room. They could see that his sombrero was pulled far down on his head, as if to prevent die wind from whisking it away, and that his body was enveloped in a long cloak that was wringing wet.
With his back still toward them, he opened the cloak and shook the raindrops from it and then folded it across his breast again as the fat landlord hurried forward, rubbing his hands together in expectation, for he deemed that here was some caballero off the highway who would pay good coin for food and bed and care for his horse.
When the landlord was within a few feet of him and the do
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“Retire, by all means,” one of his friends cried. “And when you are rested, come out to us again and make merry.”
They laughed at that; and Don Diego bowed ceremoniously, and observed that several scarcely could get to their feet to bow in return; and then the scion of the house of Vega hurried from the room with the deaf-and-dumb man at his heels.
He entered a room that always was ready for him, and in which a candle already was burning, and closed the door behind him, and Bernardo stretched his big form on the floor just outside it, to guard his master during the night.
In the great living-room, Don Diego scarcely was missed. His father was frowning and twisting his mustache, for he would have had his son like other young men. In his youth, he was remembering, he never left such a company early in the evening. And once again he sighed and wished that the saints had given him a son with red blood in his veins.
The caballeros were singing now, joining in the chorus of a popular love song, and their discordant voices filled the big room. Don Alejandro smiled as he listened, for it brought his own youth back to him.
They sprawled on chairs and benches on both sides of the long table, pounding it with their mugs as they sang, laughing boisterously now and then.
“Were this Senor Zorro only here now!” one of them cried.
A voice from the doorway answered him.
“Senores, he is here!”
THE SONG CEASED; THE LAUGHTER WAS stilled. They bunked their eyes and looked across the room. Senor Zorro stood just inside the door, having entered from the veranda without them knowing it. He wore his long cloak and his mask, and in one hand he held his accursed pistol, and its muzzle was pointed at the table.
“So these are the manner of men who pursue Senor Zorro and hope to take him,” he said. “Make not a move, else lead flies. Your weapons, I perceive, are in the corner. I could kill some of you and be gone before you could reach them.”
“‘Tis he! ‘Tis he!” a tipsy caballero was crying.
“Your noise may be heard a mile away, senores. What a posse to go pursuing a man! Is this the way you attend to duty? Why have you stopped to make merry while Senor Zorro rides the highway?”
“Give me my blade and let me stand before him!” one cried.
“If I allowed you to have blade, you would be unable to stand,” the highwayman answered. “Think you there is one in this company who could fence with me now?”
“There is one!” cried Don Alejandro, in a loud voice, springing to his feet. “I openly say that I have admired some of the things you have done, senor; but now you have entered my house and are abusing my guests, and I must call you to account!”
“I have no quarrel with you, Don Alejandro, and you have none with me,” Senor Zorro said. “I refuse to cross blades with you. And I am but telling these men some truths.”
“By the saints, I shall make you!”
“A moment, Don Alejandro! Senores, this aged don would fight me, and that would mean a wound or death for him. Will you allow it?”
“Don Alejandro must not fight our battles!” one of them cried..
“Then see that he sits in his place, and all honor to him.”
Don Alejandro started forward, but two of the caballeros sprang before him and urged him to go back, saying that his honor was safe, since he offered combat. Raging, Don Alejandro complied.
“A worthy bunch of young blades,” Senor Zorro sneered. “You drink wine and make merry while .injustice is all about you. Take your swords in hand and attack oppression! Live up to your noble names and your blue blood, senores! Drive the thieving politicians from the land! Protect the frailes whose work gave us these broad acres! Be men, not drunken fashion plates!”
“By the saints!” one cried and sprang to his feet.
“Back, or I fire! I have not come here to fight you in Don Alejandro’s house. I respect him too much for that. I have come to tell you these truths concerning yourselves.
“Your families can make or break a governor! Band yourselves together in a good cause, caballeros, and make some use of your lives. You would do it, were you not afraid. You seek adventure? Here is adventure a plenty, fighting injustice.”
“By the saints, it would be a lark!” cried one in answer.
“Look upon it as a lark if it pleases you, yet you would be doing some good. Would the politicians dare stand against you, scions of the most powerful families? Band yourselves together and give yourselves a name. Make yourselves feared the length and breadth of the land.”
“It would be treason—”
“It is not treason to down a tyrant, caballeros! Is it that you are afraid?”
“By the saints—no!” they cried in chorus.
“Then make your stand!”
“You would lead us?” .
“Si, Senores!” ‘
“But stay! Are you of good blood?”
“I am a caballero, of blood as good as any here,” Senor Zorro told them.
“Your name? Where resides your family?”
“Those things must remain secrets for the present. I have given you my word.”
“Your face—”
“Must remain masked for the time being, senores.” They had lurched to their feet now, and were acclaiming him wildly.
“Stay!” one cried. “This is an imposition upon Don Alejandro. He may not be in sympathy, and we are planning and plotting in his house—”
“I am in sympathy, caballeros, and give you my support,” Don Alejandro said.
Their cheers filled the great room. None could stand against them if Don Alejandro Vega was with them. Not even the governor himself would dare oppose them. - “It is a bargain!” they cried. “We shall call ourselves the Avengers! We shall ride El Camino Real and prove terrors to those who rob honest men and mistreat natives! We shall drive the thieving politicians out!”
“And then you shall be caballeros in truth, knights protecting the weak,” Senor Zorro said. “Never shall you repent this decision, senores! I lead, and I give you loyalty and expect as much. Also, I expect obedience to orders.”
“What shall we do?” they cried.
“Let this remain a secret. In the morning return to Reina de Los Angeles and say you did not find Senor Zorro—say rather that you did not catch him, which will be the truth. Be ready to band yourselves together and ride. I shall send word when the time arrives.”
“In what manner?”
“I know you all. I shall get word to one, and he can inform the others. It is agreed?”
“Agreed!” they shouted.
“Then I will leave you here and now. You are to remain in this room, and none is to try to follow me. It is a command. Buenos noches, caballeros!” He bowed before them, swung the door open, and darted through it and slammed it shut behind him.
They could hear the clatter of a horse’s hoofs on the driveway. And then they raised their wine mugs and drank to their new league for the suppression of swindlers and thieves and to Senor Zorro, the Curse of Capistrano, and to Don Alejandro Vega, somewhat sobered by the agreement they had made and what it meant. They sat down again and began speaking of wrongs that should be righted, each’ of them knowing half a dozen.
And Don Alejandro Vega sat in one corner, by himself, a grief-stricken man because his only son was asleep in the house and had not red blood enough to take a part in such an undertaking, when by all rights. he should be one of the leaders.
As if to add to his misery, Don Diego at that moment came slowly into the room, rubbing his eyes and yawning and looking as if he had been disturbed.
“It is impossible for a man to sleep in this house tonight,” he said. “Give me a mug of wine, and I shall take my place with you. Why was the cheering?”
“Senor Zorro has been here—” his father began.
“The highwayman? Been here? By the saints! It is as much as a man can endure.”
“Sit down, my son,” Don Alejandro urged. “Certain things have come to pass. There will be a chance now for you to show what sort of blood flows in your veins.”
Don Alejandro’s manner was very determined.
THE REMAINDER OF THE NIGHT WAS spent by the caballeros in loud boasts of what they, intended doing, and in making plans to be submitted to Senor Zorro for his approval; and, though they appeared to look upon this thing as a lark and a means to adventure, yet there was an undercurrent of seriousness in their manner. For they knew well the state of the times and realized that things were not as they should be, and in reality they were exponents of fairness to all; they had thought of these things often, but had made no move because they had not been banded together and had no leader, and each young caballero waited for another to start the thing. But now this Senor Zorro had struck at the psychological moment, and things could be done.
Don Diego was informed of the state of affairs, and his father informed him, likewise, that he was to play a part and prove himself a man. Don Diego fumed considerably and declared that such a thing would cause his death, yet he would do it for his father’s sake.
Early in the morning the caballeros ate a meal that Don Alejandro caused to be prepared, and then they started back to Reina de Los Angeles, Don Diego riding with them at his father’s order. Nothing was to be said about their plans. They were to get recruits from the remainder of the thirty who had set out in pursuit of Senor Zorro. Some would join them readily, they knew, while others were the governor’s men pure and simple, and would have to be kept in the dark concerning the thing contemplated.
They rode leisurely, for which Don Diego remarked that he was grateful. Bernardo was still following him on the mule, and was a little chagrined because Don Diego had not remained longer at his father’s house. Bernardo knew something momentous was being planned, but could not guess what, of course, and wished that he was like other men, and could hear and speak.
When they reached the plaza, they found that the other two parties already were there, saying that they had not come up with the highwayman. Some declared that they had seen him in the distance, and one that he had fired a pistol at him, at which the caballeros who had been at Don Alejandro’s put their tongues in their cheeks and looked at one another in a peculiar manner.
Don Diego left his companions and hurried to his house, where he donned fresh clothing and refreshed himself generally. He sent Bernardo about his business, which was to sit in the kitchen and await his master’s call. And then he ordered his carriage around. That carriage was one of the most gorgeous along El Camino Real, and why Don Diego had purchased it had always been a mystery. There were some who said he did it to show his wealth, while others declared a manufacturer’s agent had worried him so much that Don Diego had given him the order to be rid of him.
Don Diego came from his house dressed in his
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