A Set of Six. Джозеф Конрад

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СКАЧАТЬ I saw him raised to his hands and knees and the men stand away from him, and old Jorge stoop glancing along the gun.

      "'Left a little. Right an inch. Por Dios, senor, stop this trembling. Where is your strength?'

      "The old gunner's voice was cracked with emotion. He stepped aside, and quick as lightning brought the spark to the touch-hole.

      "'Excellent!' he cried, tearfully; but Gaspar Ruiz lay for a long time silent, flattened on the ground.

      "'I am tired,' he murmured at last. 'Will another shot do it?'

      "'Without doubt,' said Jorge, bending down to his ear.

      "'Then – load,' I heard him utter distinctly. 'Trumpeter!'

      "'I am here, senor, ready for your word.'

      "'Blow a blast at this word that shall be heard from one end of Chile to the other,' he said, in an extraordinarily strong voice. 'And you others stand ready to cut this accursed riata, for then will be the time for me to lead you in your rush. Now raise me up, and you, Jorge – be quick with your aim.'

      "The rattle of musketry from the fort nearly drowned his voice. The palisade was wreathed in smoke and flame.

      "'Exert your force forward against the recoil, mi amo,' said the old gunner, shakily. 'Dig your fingers into the ground. So. Now!'

      "A cry of exultation escaped him after the shot. The trumpeter raised his trumpet nearly to his lips and waited. But no word came from the prostrate man. I fell on one knee, and heard all he had to say then.

      "'Something broken,' he whispered, lifting his head a little, and turning his eyes towards me in his hopelessly crushed attitude.

      "'The gate hangs only by the splinters,' yelled Jorge.

      "Gaspar Ruiz tried to speak, but his voice died out in his throat, and I helped to roll the gun off his broken back. He was insensible.

      "I kept my lips shut, of course. The signal for the Indians to attack was never given. Instead, the bugle-calls of the relieving force for which my ears had thirsted so long, burst out, terrifying like the call of the Last Day to our surprised enemies.

      "A tornado, senores, a real hurricane of stampeded men, wild horses, mounted Indians, swept over me as I cowered on the ground by the side of Gaspar Ruiz, still stretched out on his face in the shape of a cross. Peneleo, galloping for life, jabbed at me with his long chuso in passing – for the sake of old acquaintance, I suppose. How I escaped the flying lead is more difficult to explain. Venturing to rise on my knees too soon some soldiers of the 17th Taltal regiment, in their hurry to get at something alive, nearly bayoneted me on the spot. They looked very disappointed, too, when, some officers galloping up drove them away with the flat of their swords.

      "It was General Robles with his staff. He wanted badly to make some prisoners. He, too, seemed disappointed for a moment. 'What! Is it you?' he cried. But he dismounted at once to embrace me, for he was an old friend of my family. I pointed to the body at our feet, and said only these two words:

      "'Gaspar Ruiz.'

      "He threw his arms up in astonishment.

      "'Aha! Your strong man! Always to the last with your strong man. No matter. He saved our lives when the earth trembled enough to make the bravest faint with fear. I was frightened out of my wits. But he – no! Que guape! Where's the hero who got the best of him? ha! ha! ha! What killed him, chico?'

      '"His own strength, General,' I answered."

      XII

      "But Gaspar Ruiz breathed yet. I had him carried in his poncho under the shelter of some bushes on the very ridge from which he had been gazing so fixedly at the fort while unseen death was hovering already over his head.

      "Our troops had bivouacked round the fort. Towards daybreak I was not surprised to hear that I was designated to command the escort of a prisoner who was to be sent down at once to Santiago. Of course the prisoner was Gaspar Ruiz' wife.

      '"I have named you out of regard for your feelings,' General Robles remarked. 'Though the woman really ought to be shot for all the harm she has done to the Republic.'

      "And as I made a movement of shocked protest, he continued:

      "'Now he is as well as dead, she is of no importance. Nobody will know what to do with her. However, the Government wants her. He shrugged his shoulders. 'I suppose he must have buried large quantities of his loot in places that she alone knows of.'

      "At dawn I saw her coming up the ridge, guarded by two soldiers, and carrying her child on her arm.

      "I walked to meet her.

      "'Is he living yet?' she asked, confronting me with that white, impassive face he used to look at in an adoring way.

      "I bent my head, and led her round a clump of bushes without a word. His eyes were open. He breathed with difficulty, and uttered her name with a great effort.

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