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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“I come from Captain Ramon, comandante at Reina de Los Angeles, with a letter of importance for his excellency,” he reported, standing stiffly at salute.
The governor grunted and took the letter, and the comandante motioned for the courier to withdraw. His excellency read the letter with speed, and when he had finished there was an unholy gleam in his eyes, and he twirled his mustache with every evidence of keen satisfaction. And then he read the letter again and frowned.
He liked the thought that he could crush Don Carlos Pulido more, but he disliked to think that Senor Zorro, the man who had affronted him, was still at liberty. He got up and paced the floor for a time, and then whirled upon the comandante.
“I shall leave for the south at sunrise,” he said. “My presence is urgently needed at Reina de Los Angeles. You will attend to things. Tell that courier he shall ride back with my escort. I go now to the house of my friend.”
And so, in the morning, the governor started south, his escort of twenty picked troopers surrounding him, the courier in their midst. He traveled swiftly, and on a certain day at midmorning entered the plaza of Reina de Los Angeles unheralded. It was the same morning that Don Diego rode to the Pulido hacienda in his carriage, taking his guitar with him.
The cavalcade stopped before the tavern, and the fat landlord almost suffered an apoplexy because he had not been warned of the governor’s coming and was afraid he would enter the inn and find it in a dirty state.
But the governor made no effort to leave his carriage and enter the tavern. He was glancing around the square, observing many things. He never felt secure concerning the men of rank in this pueblo; he felt that he did not have the proper grip on them.
Now he watched carefully as news of his arrival was spread and certain caballeros hurried to the plaza to greet him and make him welcome. He noted those who appeared to be sincere, observed those who were in no particular haste to salute him, and noticed that several were absent.
Business must receive his first attention, he told them, and he must hasten up to the presidio. After that he would gladly be the guest of any of them. He accepted an invitation and ordered his driver to proceed. He was remembering Captain Ramon’s letter, and he had not seen Don Diego Vega in the plaza.
Sergeant Gonzales and his men were away pursuing Senor Zorro, of course, and so Captain Ramon himself was awaiting his excellency at the presidio entrance, and saluted him gravely, and bowed low before him and ordered the commander of the escort to take charge of the place and police it, stationing guards in honor of the governor.
He led his excellency to the private office, and the governor sat down.
“What is the latest news?” he asked.
“My men are on the trail, excellency. But, as I wrote, this pest of a Senor Zorro has friends—a legion of them, I take it My sergeant has reported that twice he found him with a band of followers.”
“They must be broken up, killed off!” the governor cried. “A man of that sort always can get followers, and yet more followers, until he will be so strong that he can cause us serious trouble. Has he committed any further atrocities?”
“He has, excellency. Yesterday a fray from San Gabriel was whipped for swindling. Senor Zorro caught the witnesses against him on the highroad, and whipped them almost to death. And then he rode into the pueblo just at dusk and had the magistrado whipped.
“My soldiers were away looking for him at the time. It appears that this Senor Zorro knows the movements of my force and always strikes where the troopers are not”
“Then spies are giving him warnings?”
“It appears so, excellency. Last night some thirty young caballeros rode after him but did not find track of the scoundrel. They returned this morning.”
“Was Don Diego Vega with them?”
“He did not ride out with them, but he returned with them. It seems that they picked him up at his father’s hacienda. You perhaps guessed that I meant the Vegas in my letter. I am convinced now, your excellency, that my suspicions in that quarter were unjust. This Senor Zorro even invaded Don Diego’s house one night while Don Diego was away.”
“How is this?”
“But Don Carlos Pulido and his family were there.”
“Ha! In Don Diego’s house? What is the meaning of that?”
“It is amusing,” said Captain Ramon, laughing lightly. “I have heard that Don Alejandro ordered Don Diego to get him a wife. The young man is not the sort to woo women. He is lifeless.”
“I know the man. Proceed.”
“So he rides straightway to the hacienda of Don Carlos and asks permission to pay his addresses to Don Carlos’s only daughter. Senor Zorro was abroad, and Don Diego, going to his own hacienda on business, asked Don Carlos to come to the pueblo with his family, where it would be safer, and occupy his house until he returned. The Pulidos could not refuse, of course. And Senor Zorro, it appears, followed them.”
“Ha! Go on.”
“It is laughable that Don Diego fetched them here to escape Senor Zorro’s wrath, when, in reality, they are hand in glove with the highwayman. Remember, this Senor Zorro had been at the Pulido hacienda. We got word from a native, and almost caught him there. He had been eating a meal. He was hiding in a closet, and while I was alone there and my men searching the trails, he came from the closet, ran me through the shoulder from behind, and escaped.”
“The low scoundrel!” the governor exclaimed. “But do you think there will be a marriage between Don Diego and the Senorita Pulido?”
“I imagine there need be no worry in that regard, excellency. I am of the opinion that Don Diego’s father put a flea in his ear. He probably called Don Diego’s attention to the fact that Don Carlos does not stand very high with your excellency, and that there are daughters of other men who do.
“At any rate, the Pulidos returned to their hacienda after Don Diego’s return. Don Diego called upon me here at the presidio and appeared to be anxious that I would not think him a man of treason.”
“I am glad to hear it! The Vegas are powerful. They never have been my warm friends, yet never have they raised hands against me, so I cannot complain. It is good sense to keep them friendly, if that be possible. But these Pulidos—”
“Even the senorita appears to be giving aid to this highwayman,” Captain Ramon said. “She boasted to me of what she called his courage. She sneered at the soldiers. Don Carlos Pulido and some of the frailes are protecting the man, giving him food and drink, hiding him, sending him news of the troopers’ whereabouts. The Pulidos are hindering our efforts to capture the rogue. I would have taken steps, but I thought it best to inform you and await your decision.”
“There can be but one decision in such a case,” said the; governor loftily. “No matter how good a man’s blood may be, or what his rank, he cannot be allowed to commit treason without suffering the consequences. I had thought that Don Carlos had learned his lesson, but it appears that he has not. Are any of your men in the presidio?”
“Some who are ill, excellency.”
“That courier of yours returned with my escort. Does he know the country well hereabouts?”
“Certainly, excellency. He has been stationed here for some Me time.”
“Then he can act as guide. Send half my escort at once to the hacienda of Don Carlos Pulido. Have them arrest the don and fetch him to carcel and incarcerate him there. That will be a blow to his high blood. I have had quite enough of these Pulidos.”
“And the haughty dona, who sneered at me, and the proud senorita who scorned the troopers?”
“Ha! It is a good thought. It will teach a lesson to all in this locality. Have them fetched to carcel and incarcerated also,” the governor said.
DON DIEGO’S CARRIAGE HAD just pulled up before his house when a squad of troopers went by it in a cloud of dust. He did not recognize any of them for men he had seen about the tavern.
“Ha! There are new soldiers on the trail of Senor Zorro?” he asked a man standing near
“They are a part of the escort of the governor, caballero.”
“The governor is here?”
“He arrived but a short time ago, caballero, and has gone to the presidio.”
“I suppose they must have fresh news of this highwayman to send them riding furiously through dust and sun like that. He appears to be an elusive rascal. By the saints! Had I been here when the governor arrived, no doubt he would have put up at my house. Now some other caballero will have the honor of entertaining him. It is much to be regretted.”
And then Don Diego went into the house, and the man who had heard him speak did not know whether to doubt the sincerity of that last remark.
Led by the courier, who knew the way, the squad of troopers galloped swiftly along the highroad, and presently turned up the trail toward Don Carlos’s house. They went at this business as they would have gone about capturing a desperado. As they struck the driveway, they scattered to left and right, tearing up Dona Catalina’s flower beds and sending chickens squawking out of the way, and so surrounded the house in almost an instant of time.
Don Carlos had been sitting on the veranda in his accustomed place, half in a doze, and he did not notice the advance of the troopers until he heard the beating of their horses’ hoofs. He got to his feet in alarm, wondering whether Senor Zorro was in the vicinity again and the soldiers after him.
Three dismounted in a cloud of dust before the steps, and the sergeant who commanded them made his way forward, slapping the dust-from his. uniform.
“You are Don Carlos Pulido?” he asked in a loud voice.
“I have that honor, senor.”
“I have orders to place you under military arrest.”
“Arrest!” Don Carlos cried. “Who gave you such orders?”
“His excellency, the governor. He now is in Reina de Los Angeles, senor.”
“And the charge?”
“Treason and aiding-the enemies of the state.”
“Preposterous!” Don Carlos cried. “I am accused of treason when, though the victim of oppression, I have withheld my hand against those in power? What are the particulars of the charges?”
“You will have to ask the magistrado that, senor. I know nothing of the matter except that I am to arrest you.”
“You wish me to accompany you?”
“I demand it, senor.”
“I am a man of blood, a caballero—” “I have my orders.”
“So I cannot be trusted to appear at my place of trial? But perhaps the hearing is to be held immediately. So much the better, for all the. quicker can I clear myself. We go to the presidio?”
“I go to the presidio when this work is done. You go to carcel,” the sergeant said.
“To carcel?” Don Carlos screeched. “You would dare? You would throw a caballero into the filthy jail? You would place him where they keep insubordinate natives and common .felons?”
“I have my
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