第27章 How the Brigadier Saved the Army(5)

Already I heard shouts above me which told that my pursuers were descending the hill.I dashed into the thickest part of the underwood, and I ran and ran until I was utterly exhausted.Then I lay panting and listened with all my ears, but no sound came to them.I had shaken off my enemies.

When I had recovered my breath I travelled swiftly on, and waded knee-deep through several brooks, for it came into my head that they might follow me with dogs.

On gaining a clear place and looking round me, I found to my delight that in spite of my adventures I had not been much out of my way.Above me towered the peak of Merodal, with its bare and bold summitshooting out of the groves of dwarf oaks which shrouded its flanks.

These groves were the continuation of the cover under which I found myself, and it seemed to me that I had nothing to fear now until I reached the other side of the forest.At the same time I knew that every man's hand was against me, that I was unarmed, and that there were many people about me.I saw no one, but several times I heard shrill whistles, and once the sound of a gun in the distance.

It was hard work pushing one's way through the bushes, and so I was glad when I came to the larger trees and found a path which led between them.Of course, I was too wise to walk upon it, but I kept near it and followed its course.I had gone some distance, and had, as I imagined, nearly reached the limit of the wood, when a strange, moaning sound fell upon my ears.At first I thought it was the cry of some animal, but then there came words, of which I only caught the French exclamation, "Mon Dieu!" With great caution I advanced in the direction from which the sound proceeded, and this is what I saw.

On a couch of dried leaves there was stretched a man dressed in the same grey uniform which I wore myself.

He was evidently horribly wounded, for he held a cloth to his breast which was crimson with his blood.A pool had formed all round his couch, and he lay in a haze of flies, whose buzzing and droning would certainly have called my attention if his groans had not come to my ear.

I lay for a moment, fearing some trap, and then, my pity and loyalty rising above all other feelings, I ran forward and knelt by his side.He turned a haggard face upon me, and it was Duplessis, the man who had gone before me.It needed but one glance at his sunken cheeks and glazing eyes to tell me that he was dying.

"Gerard!" said he; "Gerard!"

I could but look my sympathy, but he, though the life was ebbing swiftly out of him, still kept his duty before him, like the gallant gentleman he was.

"The beacon, Gerard!You will light it?" "Have you flint and steel?""It is here!"

"Then I will light it to-night."

"I die happy to hear you say so.They shot me, Gerard.But you will tell the Marshal that I did my best.""And Cortex?"

"He was less fortunate.He fell into their hands and died horribly.If you see that you cannot get away, Gerard, put a bullet into your own heart.Don't die as Cortex did."I could see that his breath was failing, and I bent low to catch his words.

"Can you tell me anything which can help me in my task?" I asked."Yes, yes; de Pombal.He will help you.Trust de Pombal."Withthe words his head fell back and he was dead.

"Trust de Pombal.It is good advice." To my amazement a man was standing at the very side of me.

So absorbed had I been in my comrade's words and intent on his advice that he had crept up without my observing him.Now I sprang to my feet and faced him.He was a tall, dark fellow, black-haired, black- eyed, black-bearded, with a long, sad face.In his hand he had a wine- bottle and over his shoulder was slung one of the trabucos or blunderbusses which these fellows bear.He made no effort to unsling it, and I understood that this was the man to whom my dead friend had commended me.

"Alas, he is gone!" said he, bending over Duplessis.

"He fled into the wood after he was shot, but I was fortunate enough to find where he had fallen and to make his last hours more easy.This couch was my making, and I had brought this wine to slake his thirst.""Sir," said I, "in the name of France I thank you.I am but a colonel of light cavalry, but I am Etienne Gerard, and the name stands for something in the French army.May I ask----""Yes, sir, I am Aloysius de Pombal, younger brother of the famous nobleman of that name.At present I am the first lieutenant in the band of the guerilla chief who is usually known as Manuelo, 'The Smiler.' "My word, I clapped my hand to the place where my pistol should have been, but the man only smiled at the gesture.

"I am his first lieutenant, but I am also his deadly enemy," said he.He slipped off his jacket and pulled up his shirt as he spoke."Look at this!" he cried, and he turned upon me a back which was all scored and lacerated with red and purple weals."This is what 'The Smiler' has done to me, a man with the noblest blood of Portugal in my veins.What I will do to 'The Smiler' you have still to see."There was such fury in his eyes and in the grin of his white teeth that I could no longer doubt his truth, with that clotted and oozing back to corroborate his words.

"I have ten men sworn to stand by me," said he."In a few days I hope to join your army, when I have done my work here.In the meanwhile--" A strange change came over his face, and he suddenly slung his musket to the front: "Hold up your hands, you French hound!" he yelled."Up with them, or I blow your head of!"You start, my friends! You stare! Think, then, how I stared and started at this sudden ending of our talk.