The Guerilla Chief Part 14

"No," replied the individual thus appealed to; "not a bit, though some other sort o' anymal 'haint been so pertikler. If their skins hain't been touched, somebody's been tolerable close to 'em, an' taken thar s.h.i.+rts. I calclate it's been some o' thar own people as have jest gone up the road."

"An' maybe some o' ourn as well," rejoined the old trapper, with a significant leer upon his wrinkled features. "Some o' them don't appear to be much better than the Mexikins 'emselves. Look'ee there, Cap'n!"

The speaker gave a slight inclination of his head, accompanied by an equally slight wave of the hand.

I looked in the direction indicated by this double gesture; and at once comprehended the purport of his insinuation.

Story 1, Chapter XVI.

A BRACE OF BAD FELLOWS.

I was at the moment riding in the rear of my troop--having fallen back to hold conversation with my two unattached followers, thus incidentally introduced. The last trooper in the rank--except the corporal, who rode alongside of him--was a man of large body, somewhat slouched and unshapen; as were also his arms, limbs, and the forage-cap on his head.

Altogether, he was a slovenly specimen for a cavalry soldier--to look at from behind; and his aspect from the front did not alter the impression.

A long cadaverous countenance, bedecked with a pair of hollow-gla.s.s-like eyes; a beard long as the face, hanging down over his breast, defiled with fragments of food and the "ambeer" of tobacco; behind which appeared a row of very large white teeth, set between lips of an unnaturally red colour; above these a long nose, broken near the middle, and obliquing outward to the sinister angle of his mouth;--such was the portrait presented by the individual in question.

I did not see his face, for I was behind him; but it did not need that to enable me to identify the man. By his back, or any part of his body, I could have told that the trooper before me was Johann Laundrich, the Jew-German.

"What of _him_?" I inquired, in an undertone, seeing that he was the individual referred to in the speech of the old trapper.

"Don't 'ee see, Cap'n! them theer boots! I heern ye stopped 'im from takin' 'em last night. He's got 'em along wi' him for all that. Thar they be!"

Rube's gesture was this time more definite; and pointed to the cloak of the trooper, rolled and strapped to the cantle of his saddle.

Between the folds of the cloth, ill-adjusted as they were, I saw, protruding a few inches outward, something of a buff colour, that evidently did not belong to the garment.

A slight scrutiny satisfied me that it was a boot; and, guided by what the trapper had said, I saw that it could be no other than one of the pair I had prevented Laundrich from pilfering from the corpse of the Mexican officer.

I had only hindered him for the time. He had evidently returned to the tent, and made a finish of his filthy work.

A loud angry "halt!" brought the troop to a stand.

I ordered Laundrich to ride out of the ranks; unstrap his cloak from the saddle; and spread it out. On his doing so, the buff boots fell to the ground--where they were permitted to lie.

I could not contain my temper at the double disobedience of orders; and riding alongside the ruffian, I struck him over the crown with the flat of my sabre.

He made no movement to avoid the blow, nor did he stir on receiving it-- further than to show his white teeth, like a savage dog suffering chastis.e.m.e.nt.

With Laundrich once more in the saddle, we were about to move on; when the corporal, touching his cap, came up to me.

"Captain!" said he, "there's even worse than him among the men. There's one o' them got in his havresack a thing I think you ought to see. It's a scandal to the corps."

"Which one--who?"

"Bully, the Englishman."

"Order Bully to ride this way."

The trooper thus designated, on being summoned by the corporal, drew his horse out of the rank, and rode up--though evidently with an awkward reluctance.

He was quite as ill-favoured as the delinquent just punished. His evil aspect was of a type altogether different. He was bullet-headed and bull-faced, with a thick fleshy neck, and jowls entirely dest.i.tute of beard; while, instead of being of dark complexion, like the Jew-German, his face was of the hue of dirty s.h.i.+ning tallow, not _adorned_ by a close crop of hay-coloured hair that came far down upon a low square forehead. His nose was retrousse, with nostrils widely spread, like those of a pure-bred bull dog; and his eyes were not very unlike the optics of the fierce Molossian.

The man was known by the name above given to him; though whether he answered to this appellation at roll-call, or whether it was only a sobriquet bestowed upon him by his comrades, I really do not now remember.

His appearance was simply stupid and brutal, while that of Laundrich was cunning and savage.

They were the two worst men in the troop; and I had reason to believe that both had been convicts in their respective countries; but this was not much in the ranks of a campaigning army.

"Bully!" I demanded, as he drew near; "let us see what you've got in your havresack!"

A hideous grin overspread the fellow's features, as he proceeded to draw out the contents of the bag.

"What is it?" I inquired of the corporal, impatient to learn what could be carried in a cavalry havresack, calculated to set a stigma upon a whole troop.

"A piece o' a man," was the reply.

By this time Bully had produced the identical article. Knowing what was wanted of him, he saw there would be no use in attempting to "dodge" the demand; and, without troubling the other impedimenta, which the sack contained, he drew out only the article requiring inspection.

It was the finger of a man, encircled by a heavy gold ring, deeply embedded in the swollen fles.h.!.+ It had been cut off at the posterior joint, close to the hand; and a portion of the muscle of the two adjacent fingers was still attached to it. All this had been done to secure the ring which could not, without breaking it, have been detached from the finger.

The sight, taken in connection with the history deduced from its being in possession of the trooper, was sufficiently horrible.

I did not allow my eyes to dwell upon it; and the shower of blows which I administered to the inhuman scoundrel were not the less heavily dealt on my being told that the finger had belonged to the same corpse which Laundrich had despoiled of its boots!

Ordering the fragment of humanity to be brought along--with the design of some day sending the ring to the friends of the mutilated man--I resumed the route; painfully impressed with the disagreeable circ.u.mstances, which had thus disturbed the tranquillity of my temper.

Story 1, Chapter XVII.

A RIDERLESS HORSE.

We halted about midway on the road to Jalapa, at a place called _Corral Falso_, which, literally translated, signifies "The False Enclosure."

I know not why the name; but certain it is, that a large enclosure of mason work, with a portion of it in ruins, occupied the summit of the slight eminence where the village stands.

This enclosure may have been a "corral" or penn for cattle, or perhaps a "paraje" for pack mules; though it seemed to be no longer used for any purpose--as it exhibited the appearance of a ruin overgrown with bushes and rank weeds.

The village itself may also have seen more prosperous days--in the times of vice-regal rule--but Corral Falso, on the occasion of my making halt in it, was nothing more than a very small collection of huts, constructed out of tree poles--"Jacales"--and const.i.tuting that grouping, known in Mexico as a _rancheria_--a collection of "ranchos."

The vanquished army, in its retreat, as well as the victors in their pursuit having pa.s.sed through the place, had temporarily deprived Corral Falso of its inhabitants. They had taken to the wild chapparal which grew close to their village; and there had they hidden themselves.

But since then a whole day had intervened; and hunger had forced them back to their despoiled homes--at the same time inspiring them with courage to stay there, or at all events with a repugnance to return to the starving shelter of the chapparal.

We found the Corral Falsenians at home--of both s.e.xes and of all ages-- all alike trembling at our approach, and evidently gratified to find that we did not eat them up!

I have given this prominence to the pretty _paraje_ Corral Falso, not out of any consideration for the place itself but on account of an incident that transpired there, which resulted in my losing two of my men; and--which was of far more importance to me--was very nearly ending in the loss of myself!

We had halted to "bait" our animals--from their own nosebags of course: for there was not as much corn in Corral Falso as would have filled the crop of a chicken.

While thus occupied, it was reported to me--that one of the horses would not eat; but on the contrary, was more likely to die.