the Light Of Western Stars (1992) (27 page)

XI - A Band of Guerrillas Madeline bolted the door, and, flying into the kitchen, she told the scared servants to shut themselves in
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Then she ran to her own rooms
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It was only a matter of a few moments for her to close and bar the heavy shutters, yet even as she was fastening the last one in the room she used as an office a clattering roar of hoofs seemed to swell up to the front of the house
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She caught a glimpse of wild, shaggy horses and ragged, dusty men
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She had never seen any vaqueros that resembled these horsemen
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Vaqueros had grace and style; they were fond of lace and glitter and fringe; they dressed their horses in silvered trappings
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But the riders now trampling into the driveway were uncouth
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lean, savage
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They were guerrillas, a band of the raiders who had been harassing the border since the beginning of the revolution
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A second glimpse assured Madeline that they were not all Mexicans
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The presence of outlaws in that band brought home to Madeline her real danger
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She remembered what Stillwell had told her about recent outlaw raids along the Rio Grande
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These flying bands, operating under the excitement of the revolution, appeared here and there, everywhere, in remote places, and were gone as quickly as they came
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Mostly they wanted money and arms, but they would steal anything, and unprotected women had suffered at their hands
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Madeline, hurriedly collecting her securities and the considerable money she had in her desk, ran out, closed and locked the door, crossed the patio to the opposite side of the house, and, entering again, went down a long corridor, trying to decide which of the many unused rooms would be best to hide in
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And before she made up her mind she came to the last room
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Just then a battering on door or window in the direction of the kitchen and shrill screams from the servant women increased Madeline's alarm
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She entered the last room
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There was no lock or bar upon the door
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But the room was large and dark, and it was half full of bales of alfalfa hay
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Probably it was the safest place in the house; at least time would be necessary to find any one hidden there
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She dropped her valuables in a dark corner and covered them with loose hay
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That done, she felt her way down a narrow aisle between the piled-up bales and presently crouched in a niche
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With the necessity of action over for the immediate present, Madeline became conscious that she was quivering and almost breathless
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Her skin felt tight and cold
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There was a weight on her chest; her mouth was dry, and she had a strange tendency to swallow
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Her listening faculty seemed most acute
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Dull sounds came from parts of the house remote from her
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In the intervals of silence between these sounds she heard the squeaking and rustling of mice in the hay
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A mouse ran over her hand
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She listened, waiting, hoping yet dreading to hear the clattering approach of her cowboys
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There would he fighting-blood-men injured, perhaps killed
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Even the thought of violence of any kind hurt her
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But perhaps the guerrillas would run in time to avoid a clash with her men
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She hoped for that, prayed for it
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Through her mind flitted what she knew of Nels, of Monty, of Nick Steele; and she experienced a sensation that left her somewhat chilled and sick
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Then she thought of the dark-browed, fire-eyed Stewart
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She felt a thrill drive away the cold nausea
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And her excitement augmented
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Waiting, listening increased all her emotions
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Nothing appeared to be happening
.
Yet hours seemed to pass while she crouched there
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Had Florence been overtaken?Could any of those lean horses outrun Majesty?She doubted it; she knew it could not be true
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Nevertheless, the strain of uncertainty was torturing
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Suddenly the bang of the corridor door pierced her through and through with the dread of uncertainty
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Some of the guerrillas had entered the east wing of the house
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She heard a babel of jabbering voices, the shuffling of boots and clinking of spurs, the slamming of doors and ransacking of rooms
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Madeline lost faith in her hiding-place
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Morever, she found it impossible to take the chance
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The idea of being caught in that dark room by those ruffians filled her with horror
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She must get out into the light
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Swiftly she rose and went to the window
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It was rather more of a door than window, being a large aperture closed by two wooden doors on hinges
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The iron hook yielded readily to her grasp, and one door stuck fast, while the other opened a few inches
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She looked out upon a green slope covered with flowers and bunches of sage and bushes
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Neither man nor horse showed in the narrow field of her vision
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She believed she would be safer hidden out there in the shrubbery than in the house
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The jump from the window would be easy for her
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And with her quick decision came a rush and stir of spirit that warded off her weakness
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She pulled at the door
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It did not budge
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It had caught at the bottom
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Pulling with all her might proved to be in vain
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Pausing, with palms hot and bruised, she heard a louder, closer approach of the invaders of her home
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Fear, wrath, and impotence contested for supremacy over her and drove her to desperation
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She was alone here, and she must rely on herself
.
And as she strained every muscle to move that obstinate door and heard the quick, harsh voices of men and the sounds of a hurried search she suddenly felt sure that they were hunting for her
.
She knew it
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She did not wonder at it
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But she wondered if she were really Madeline Hammond, and if it were possible that brutal men would harm her
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Then the tramping of heavy feet on the floor of the adjoining room lent her the last strength of fear
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Pushing with hands and shoulders, she moved the door far enough to permit the passage of her body
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Then she stepped up on the sill and slipped through the aperture
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She saw no one
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Lightly she jumped down and ran in among the bushes
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But these did not afford her the cover she needed
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She stole from one clump to another, finding too late that she had chosen with poor judgment
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The position of the bushes had drawn her closer to the front of the house rather than away from it, and just before her were horses, and beyond a group of excited men
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With her heart in her throat Madeline crouched down
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A shrill yell, followed by running and mounting guerrillas, roused her hope
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They had sighted the cowboys and were in flight
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Rapid thumping of boots on the porch told of men hurrying from the house
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Several horses dashed past her, not ten feet distant
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One rider saw her, for he turned to shout back
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This drove Madeline into a panic
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Hardly knowing what she did, she began to run away from the house
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Her feet seemed leaden
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She felt the same horrible powerlessness that sometimes came over her when she dreamed of being pursued
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Horses with shouting riders streaked past her in the shrubbery
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There was a thunder of hoofs behind her
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She turned aside, but the thundering grew nearer
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She was being run down
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As Madeline shut her eyes and, staggering, was about to fall, apparently right under pounding hoofs, a rude, powerful hand clapped round her waist, clutched deep and strong, and swung her aloft
.
She felt a heavy blow when the shoulder of the horse struck her, and then a wrenching of her arm as she was dragged up
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A sudden blighting pain made sight and feeling fade from her
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But she did not become unconscious to the extent that she lost the sense of being rapidly borne away
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She seemed to hold that for a long time
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When her faculties began to return the motion of the horse was no longer violent
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For a few moments she could not determine her position
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Apparently she was upside down
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Then she saw that she was facing the ground, and must be lying across a saddle with her head hanging down
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She could not move a hand; she could not tell where her hands were
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Then she felt the touch of soft leather
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She saw a high-topped Mexican boot, wearing a huge silver spur, and the reeking flank and legs of a horse, and a dusty, narrow trail
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Soon a kind of red darkness veiled her eyes, her head swam, and she felt motion and pain only dully
.

After what seemed a thousand weary hours some one lifted her from the horse and laid her upon the ground, where, gradually, as the blood left her head and she could see, she began to get the right relation of things
.

She lay in a sparse grove of firs, and the shadows told of late afternoon
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She smelled wood smoke, and she heard the sharp crunch of horses' teeth nipping grass
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Voices caused her to turn her face
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A group of men stood and sat round a camp-fire eating like wolves
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The looks of her captors made Madeline close her eyes, and the fascination, the fear they roused in her made her open them again
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Mostly they were thin-bodied, thin-bearded Mexicans, black and haggard and starved
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Whatever they might be, they surely were hunger-stricken and squalid
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Not one had a coat
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A few had scarfs
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Some wore belts in which were scattered cartridges
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Only a few had guns, and these were of diverse patterns
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Madeline could see no packs, no blankets, and only a few cooking-utensils, all battered and blackened
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Her eyes fastened upon men she believed were white men; but it was from their features and not their color that she judged
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Once she had seen a band of nomad robbers in the Sahara, and somehow was reminded of them by this motley outlaw troop
.

They divided attention between the satisfying of ravenous appetites and a vigilant watching down the forest aisles
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They expected some one, Madeline thought, and, manifestly, if it were a pursuing posse, they did not show anxiety
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She could not understand more than a word here and there that they uttered
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Presently, however, the name of Don Carlos revived keen curiosity in her and realization of her situation, and then once more dread possessed her breast
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A low exclamation and a sweep of arm from one of the guerrillas caused the whole band to wheel and concentrate their attention in the opposite direction
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They heard something
.
They saw some one
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Grimy hands sought weapons, and then every man stiffened
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Madeline saw what hunted men looked like at the moment of discovery, and the sight was terrible
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She closed her eyes, sick with what she saw, fearful of the moment when the guns would leap out
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There were muttered curses, a short period of silence followed by whisperings, and then a clear voice rang out, "El Capitan!"