This remark appeared to amuse Rotil, for he smiled grimly and with a gesture indicated that they were to join Doña Jocasta.
She was rested and refreshed by a good supper. Valencia and Elena, the cook, had waited upon her and the latter waxed eloquent over the stupendous changes at Soledad from the time of Doña Jocasta’s supper the previous day. Many of the angry men had been ready to start after Marto who had cheated them, when a courier rode in with the word that Don José and Señor Conrad were close behind. Then the surprise of all when Don José was captured, and it was seen that Elena had been cooking these many days, not for simple vaqueros, but for some soldiers of the revolution by which peace and plenty was to come to all the land! It was a beautiful dream, and the Deliverer was to make it come true!
Tula sat in the shadow against the wall, like some slender Indian carving, mute and expressionless while the eyes of the woman rolled as the two old friends exchanged their wonder tales of the night and day! Elena made definite engagement to be with the “Judas” trailers on the dark Friday, and both breathed blessings on Rotil who had promised them the right man for the hanging.
It was this cheerful topic Kit entered upon with the written note from Perez to the general. He had no liking for his task, as his eyes rested on Doña Jocasta, beautiful, resigned and detached from the scene about her. He remembered what Rotil had said scoffingly of saints lifted from shrines––a man never forgot that shrine was empty!
“Mine is a thankless task, señora, but the general decided you are the best keeper of this,” and he gave to her the scribbled page torn from a note book.
She took it and held it unread, looking at him with dark tragic eyes.
“I have fear of written words, señor, and would rather hear them spoken. So many changes have come that I dread new changes. No matter where my cage is moved, it is still a cage to me,” she said wistfully.
“I’ve a hunch, Doña Jocasta, that the bars of that cage are going to be broken for you,” ventured Kit, taking the seat she indicated, “and this note may be one of the weapons to do it. Evidently Señor Perez has had some mistaken information concerning the stealing of you from here;––he thought it was by the general’s order. So mistaken was he that he thought you were the object of Rotil’s raid on Soledad, and for his own freedom he has offered to give you, and half his stock of ammunition, to General Ramon Rotil, and agree to a truce between their factions.”
“Ah! he offers to make gift of me to the man he hates,” she said after a long silence. “And the guns and ammunition,––he also surrenders them?”
“He offers––but it is written here! Since the guns, however, have been taken south, he cannot give them; he can only promise them, until such time–––”