`I've been knocked down three times between this and the wharf,' he gasped out at last. `Somebody shall be made to pay for this.' He had certainly stumbled more than once, and had been dragged along for some distance before he could regain his stride. With his recovered breath his indignation seemed to madden him. He jumped up, crimson, all his white hair bristling, his eyes glaring vengefully, and shook violently the flaps of his ruined waistcoat before the disconcerted Sotillo. `Look! Those uniformed thieves of yours downstairs have robbed me of my watch.'
The old sailor's aspect was very threatening. Sotillo saw himself cut off from the table on which his sabre and revolver were lying.
`I demand restitution and apologies,' Mitchell thundered at him, quite beside himself. `From you! Yes, from you!'
For the space of a second or so the colonel stood with a perfectly stony expression of face; then, as Captain Mitchell flung out an arm towards the table as if to snatch up the revolver, Sotillo, with a yell of alarm, bounded to the door and was gone in a flash, slamming it after him. Surprise calmed Captain Mitchell's fury. Behind the closed door Sotillo shouted on the landing, and there was a great tumult of feet on the wooden staircase.
`Disarm him! Bind him!' the colonel could be heard vociferating.
Captain Mitchell had just the time to glance once at the windows, with three perpendicular bars of iron each and some twenty feet from the ground, as he well knew, before the door flew open and the rush upon him took place.
In an incredibly short time he found himself bound with many turns of a hide rope to a high-backed chair, so that his head alone remained free.
Not till then did Sotillo, who had been leaning in the doorway trembling visibly, venture again within. The soldiers, picking up from the floor the rifles they had dropped to grapple with the prisoner, filed out of the room. The officers remained leaning on their swords and looking on.
`The watch! the watch!' raved the colonel, pacing to and fro like a tiger in a cage. `Give me that man's watch.'
It was true, that when searched for arms in the hall downstairs, before being taken into Sotillo's presence, Captain Mitchell had been relieved of his watch and chain; but at the colonel's clamour it was produced quickly enough, a corporal bringing it up, carried carefully in the palms of his joined hands. Sotillo snatched it, and pushed the clenched fist from which it dangled close to Captain Mitchell's face.
`Now then! You arrogant Englishman! You dare to call the soldiers of the army thieves! Behold your watch.'
He flourished his fist as if aiming blows at the prisoner's nose. Captain Mitchell, helpless as a swathed infant, looked anxiously at the sixty-guinea gold half-chronometer, presented to him years ago by a Committee of Underwriters for saving a ship from total loss by fire. Sotillo, too, seemed to perceive its valuable appearance. He became silent suddenly, stepped aside to the table, and began a careful examination in the light of the candles. He had never seen anything so fine. His officers closed in and craned their necks behind his back.
He became so interested that for an instant he forgot his precious prisoner.
There is always something childish in the rapacity of the passionate, clear-minded, Southern races, wanting in the misty idealism of the Northerners, who at the smallest encouragement dream of nothing less than the conquest of the earth. Sotillo was fond of jewels, gold trinkets, of personal adornment.
After a moment he turned about, and with a commanding gesture made all his officers fall back. He laid down the watch on the table, then, negligently, pushed his hat over it.
`Ha!' he began, going up very close to the chair. `You dare call my valiant soldiers of the Esmeralda regiment, thieves. You dare! What impudence!
You foreigners come here to rob our country of its wealth. You never have enough! Your audacity knows no bounds.'
He looked towards the officers, among whom there was an approving murmur.
The older major was moved to declare:
` Si, mi coronel . They are all traitors.'
`I shall say nothing,' continued Sotillo, fixing the motionless and powerless Mitchell with an angry but uneasy stare. `I shall say nothing of your treacherous attempt to get possession of my revolver to shoot me while I was trying to treat you with consideration you did not deserve.
You have forfeited your life. Your only hope is in my clemency.'
He watched for the effect of his words, but there was no obvious sign of fear on Captain Mitchell's face. His white hair was full of dust, which covered also the rest of his helpless person. As if he had heard nothing, he twitched an eyebrow to get rid of a bit of straw which hung amongst the hairs.
Sotillo advanced one leg and put his arms akimbo. `It is you, Mitchell,'
he said, emphatically, `who are the thief, not my soldiers!' He pointed at his prisoner a forefinger with a long, almond-shaped nail. `Where is the silver of the San Tome mine? I ask you, Mitchell, where is the silver that was deposited in this Custom House? Answer me that! You stole it.
You were a party to stealing it. It was stolen from the Government. Aha!
you think I do not know what I say; but I am up to your foreign tricks.
It is gone, the silver! No? Gone in one of your lanchas , you miserable man! How dared you?'
This time he produced his effect. `How on earth could Sotillo know that?'
thought Mitchell. His head, the only part of his body that could move, betrayed his surprise by a sudden jerk.
`Ha! you tremble,' Sotillo shouted, suddenly. `It is a conspiracy. It is a crime against the State. Did you not know that the silver belongs to the Republic till the Government claims are satisfied? Where is it?
Where have you hidden it, you miserable thief?'
