Whatever General Rubio's intentions might have been, however, the Americans believed him, and acted accordingly. After two or three minutes' hesitation, the merchants came one after the other, to give their consent to the loan. But their tergiversation had cost them a thousand dollars a-piece. It was dear, hence we must allow that they consented with very ill grace. But the soldiers were there ready to obey the slightest sign from their chief; the muskets were loaded, and the patio two paces off. There was no chance of getting out of it.
Still, the General did not let them off so cheaply. The Americans were led home one after the other by four soldiers and an officer, whose instructions were to shoot the prisoner at the slightest attempted escape, and it was not till the General had the two thousand piastres in his hands that a second prisoner was sent home in the same fashion. This went on until the whole sum was collected, and the only persons remaining in the saloon were the General and old Lionel.
"Oh, Excellency!" he said, reproachfully, "How is it possible that you, who have hitherto been so kind to us, could have had the thought of committing such an act of cruelty?"
The General burst out laughing.
"Do you imagine I would have done it?" he said, with a shrug of his shoulder.
The merchant struck his forehead with a gesture of despair.
"Ah!" he exclaimed, "We were idiots."
"Hang it, did you have such a bad opinion of me? Caramba, Señor, I do not commit such acts as that."
"Ah," the merchant said, with a laugh, "I have not paid yet."
"Which means?"