e," replied I; "any thing that is in my power. Do I
not owe you my life?"
"You're a gentleman, I see, and a Christian. You must come with me to
the squire--the Alcalde."
"To the Alcalde, man! What must I go there for?"
"You'll see and hear when you get there; I've something to tell
him--something for his own ear."
He drew a deep breath, and remained silent for a short time, gazing
anxiously on all sides of him.
"Something," whispered he, "that nobody else must hear."
"But there's Johnny there. Why not take him?"
"Johnny!" cried he, with a scornful laugh; "Johnny! who's ten times
worse than I am, bad as I be; and bad I am to be sure, but yet open and
above board, always, till this time; but Johnny! he'd sell his own
mother. He's a cowardly, sneakin', treacherous hound, is Johnny."
It was unnecessary to tell me this, for Johnny's character was written
plainly enough upon his countenance.
"But why do you want me to go to the Alcalde?"
"Why does one want people before the judge? He's a judge, man; a Mexican
one certainly, but chosen by us Americans; and an American himself, as
you and I are."
"And how soon must I go?"
"Directly. I can't bear it any longer. It leaves me no peace. Not an
hour's rest have I had for the last eight days. When I go out into the
prairie, the spectre stands before me and beckons me on, and if I try to
go another way, he comes behind me and drives me before him under the
Patriarch. I see him just as plainly as when he was alive, only paler
and sadder. It seems as if I could touch him with my hand. Even the
bottle is no use now; neither rum, nor whisky, nor brandy, rid me of
him; it don't, by the 'tarnel.--Curious that! I got drunk
yesterday--thought to get rid of him; but he came in the night and drove
me out. I was obliged to go. Wouldn't let me sleep; was forced to go
under the Patriarch."
"Under the Patriarch? the live oak?" cried I, in astonishment.--"Were
you there in the night?"
"Ay, that was I," replied he, in the same horribly confidential tone;
"and the spirit threatened me, and said I will leave you no peace, Bob,
till you go to the Alcalde and tell him"----
"Then I will go with you to the Alcalde, and that immediately," said I,
raising myself up in bed. I could not help pitying the poor fellow from
my very soul.
"Where are you going?" croaked Johnny, who at this moment glided into
the room. "Not a step shall you stir till you've paid."
"Johnny," sai
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