The laugh that followed this speech, and its practical application, convinced the party that they had blundered, that they could obtain no clue to the real culprits here, and that any attempt by threats would meet violent opposition. Nevertheless the Doctor was persistent:
When did you see these men last?
When did I see them, is it? Bedad, what with sarvin up the liquor and keeping me counters dry and swate, I never see them at all.
Thats so, Ross, chorused the crowd again, to whom the whole proceeding was delightfully farcical.
Then I can tell you, gentlemen, said the Doctor, stiffly, that they were in Monterey last night, that they did not return on that trail this morning, and that they must have passed here at daybreak.
With these words, which the Doctor regretted as soon as delivered, the party rode away.
Mr. Roscommon resumed his service and counter wiping. But late that night, when the bar was closed and the last loiterer was summarily ejected, Mr. Roscommon, in the conjugal privacy of his chamber, produced a legal-looking paper. Read it, Maggie, darlint, for its meself never had the larning nor the parts.
Mistress Roscommon took the paper:
Shure, its law papers, making over some property to yis. O Moike! ye havnt been spekilating!
Whist! and fwhotz that durty gray paper wid the sales and flourishes?
Faix, it bothers me intoirely. Shure it oint in English.
Whist! Maggie, its a Spanish grant!
A Spanish grant? O Moike, and what did ye giv for it?
Mr. Roscommon laid his finger beside his nose and said softly, Whishky!
PART II.IN THE COURTS
CHAPTER VI
HOW A GRANT WAS GOT FOR IT
While the Blue Mass Company, with more zeal than discretion, were actively pursuing Pedro and Wiles over the road to Tres Pinos, Senors Miguel and Manuel were comfortably seated in a fonda at Monterey, smoking cigarritos and discussing their late discovery. But they were in no better mood than their late companions, and it appeared from their conversation that in an evil moment they had sold out their interest in the alleged silver mine to Wiles and Pedro for a few hundred dollars,succumbing to what they were assured would be an active opposition on the part of the Americanos. The astute reader will easily understand that the accomplished Mr. Wiles did not inform them of its value as a quicksilver mine, although he was obliged to impart his secret to Pedro as a necessary accomplice and reckless coadjutor. That Pedro felt no qualms of conscience in thus betraying his two comrades may be inferred from his recent direct and sincere treatment of Concho, and that he would, if occasion offered or policy made it expedient, as calmly obliterate Mr. Wiles, that gentleman himself never for a moment doubted.
If we had waited but a little he would have given more,this cock-eye! regretted Manuel querulously.
Not a peso, said Miguel, firmly.
And why, my Miguel? Thou knowest we could have worked the mine ourselves.
Good, and lost even that labor. Look you, little brother. Show to me now the Mexican that has ever made a real of a mine in California. How many, eh? None! Not a one. Who owns the Mexicans mine, eh? Americanos! Who takes the money from the Mexicans mine? Americanos! Thou rememberest Briones, who spent a gold mine to make a silver one? Who has the lands and house of Briones? Americanos! Who has the cattle of Briones? Americanos! Who has the mine of Briones? Americanos! Who has the silver Briones never found? Americanos! Always the same! Forever! Ah! carramba!
Then the Evil One evidently took it into his head and horns to worry and toss these mencomparatively innocent as they werestill further, for a purpose. For presently to them appeared one Victor Garcia, whilom a clerk of the Ayuntamiento, who rallied them over aguardiente, and told them the story of the quicksilver discovery, and the two mining claims taken out that night by Concho and Wiles. Whereat Manuel exploded with profanity and burnt blue with sulphurous malediction; but Miguel, the recent ecclesiastic, sat livid and thoughtful.
Finally came a pause in Manuels bombardment, and something like this conversation took place between the cooler actors:
Miguel (thoughtfully). When was it thou didst petition for lands in the valley, friend Victor?
Victor (amazedly). Never! It is a sterile waste. Am I a fool?
Miguel (softly). Thou didst. Of thy Governor, Micheltorena. I have seen the application.
Victor (beginning to appreciate a rodential odor). Si! I had forgotten. Art thou sure it was in the valley?
Miguel (persuasively). In the valley and up the falda.1
Victor (with decision). Certainly. Of a verity,the falda likewise.
Miguel (eying Victor). And yet thou hadst not the grant. Painful is it that it should have been burned with the destruction of the other archives, by the Americanos at Monterey.
Victor (cautiously feeling his way). Possiblemente.
Miguel. It might be wise to look into it.
Victor (bluntly). As why?
Miguel. For our good and thine, friend Victor. We bring thee a discovery; thou bringest us thy skill, thy experience, thy government knowledge,thy Custom House paper.2
Manuel (breaking in drunkenly). But for what? We are Mexicans. Are we not fated? We shall lose. Who shall keep the Americanos off?
Miguel. We shall take ONE American in! Ha! seest thou? This American comrade shall bribe his courts, his corregidores. After a little he shall supply the men who invent the machine of steam, the mill, the furnace, eh?
Victor. But who is he,not to steal?
Miguel. He is that man of Ireland, a good Catholic, at Tres Pinos.
Victor and Manuel (omnes). Roscommon?
Miguel. Of the same. We shall give him a share for the provisions, for the tools, for the aguardiente. It is of the Irish that the Americanos have great fear. It is of them that the votes are made,that the President is chosen. It is of him that they make the Alcalde in San Francisco. And we are of the Church like him.
They said Bueno altogether, and for the moment appeared to be upheld by a religious enthusiasm,a joint confession of faith that meant death, destruction, and possibly forgery, as against the men who thought otherwise.
This spiritual harmony did away with all practical consideration and doubt. I have a little niece, said Victor, whose work with the pen is marvellous. If one says to her, Carmen, copy me this, or the other one,even if it be copper-plate,look you it is done, and you cannot know of which is the original. Madre de Dios! the other day she makes me a rubric3 of the Governor, Pio Pico, the same, identical. Thou knowest her, Miguel. She asked concerning thee yesterday.
With the embarrassment of an underbred man, Miguel tried to appear unconcerned, but failed dismally. Indeed, I fear that the black eyes of Carmen had already done their perfect and accepted work, and had partly induced the application for Victors aid. He, however, dissembled so far as to ask:
But will she not know?
She is a child.
But will she not talk?
Not if I say nay, and if thoueh, Miguel?
This bit of flattery (which, by the way, was a lie, for Victors niece did not incline favorably to Miguel), had its effect. They shook hands over the table. But, said Miguel, what is to be done must be done now. At the moment, said Victor, and thou shalt see it done. Eh? Does it content thee? then come!