With movements of mechanical care and an air of abstraction old General Santierra lighted a long and thick cigar.

“It was a good many hours before we could send a party back to the ravine,” he said to his guests.  “We had found one-third of the town laid low, the rest shaken up; and the inhabitants, rich and poor, reduced to the same state of distraction by the universal disaster.  The affected cheerfulness of some contrasted with the despair of others.  In the general confusion a number of reckless thieves, without fear of God or man, became a danger to those who from the downfall of their homes had managed to save some valuables.  Crying ‘Misericordia’ louder than any at every tremor, and beating their breasts with one hand, these scoundrels robbed the poor victims with the other, not even stopping short of murder.

“General Robles’ division was occupied entirely in guarding the destroyed quarters of the town from the depredations of these inhuman monsters.  Taken up with my duties of orderly officer, it was only in the morning that I could assure myself of the safety of my own family.

“My mother and my sisters had escaped with their lives from that ball-room, where I had left them early in the evening.  I remember those two beautiful young women ­God rest their souls ­as if I saw them this moment, in the garden of our destroyed house, pale but active, assisting some of our poor neighbours, in their soiled ball-dresses and with the dust of fallen walls on their hair.  As to my mother, she had a stoical soul in her frail body.  Half-covered by a costly shawl, she was lying on a rustic seat by the side of an ornamental basin whose fountain had ceased to play for ever on that night.

“I had hardly had time to embrace them all with transports of joy, when my chief, coming along, dispatched me to the ravine with a few soldiers, to bring in my strong man, as he called him, and that pale girl.

“But there was no one for us to bring in.  A land-slide had covered the ruins of the house; and it was like a large mound of earth with only the ends of some timbers visible here and there ­nothing more.

“Thus were the tribulations of the old Royalist couple ended.  An enormous and unconsecrated grave had swallowed them up alive, in their unhappy obstinacy against the will of a people to be free.  And their daughter was gone.

“That Gaspar Ruiz had carried her off I understood very well.  But as the case was not foreseen, I had no instructions to pursue them.  And certainly I had no desire to do so.  I had grown mistrustful of my interference.  It had never been successful, and had not even appeared creditable.  He was gone.  Well, let him go.  And he had carried off the Royalist girl!  Nothing better.  Vaya con Dios.  This was not the time to bother about a deserter who, justly or unjustly, ought to have been dead, and a girl for whom it would have been better to have never been born.

“So I marched my men back to the town.

“After a few days, order having been re-established, all the principal families, including my own, left for Santiago.  We had a fine house there.  At the same time the division of Robles was moved to new cantonments near the capital.  This change suited very well the state of my domestic and amorous feelings.

“One night, rather late, I was called to my chief.  I found General Robles in his quarters, at ease, with his uniform off, drinking neat brandy out of a tumbler ­as a precaution, he used to say, against the sleeplessness induced by the bites of mosquitoes.  He was a good soldier, and he taught me the art and practice of war.

“No doubt God has been merciful to his soul; for his motives were never other than patriotic, if his character was irascible.  As to the use of mosquito nets, he considered it effeminate, shameful ­unworthy of a soldier.

“I noticed at the first glance that his face, already very red, wore an expression of high good-humour.

“‘Aha! senor teniente,’ he cried loudly, as I saluted at the door.  ‘Behold!  Your strong man has turned up again.’

“He extended to me a folded letter, which I saw was superscribed ’To the Commander-in-Chief of the Republican Armies.’

“‘This,’ General Robles went on in his loud voice, ’was thrust by a boy into the hand of a sentry at the Quartel General, while the fellow stood there thinking of his girl, no doubt ­for before he could gather his wits together, the boy had disappeared amongst the market people, and he protests he could not recognise him to save his life.’

“My chief told me further that the soldier had given the letter to the sergeant of the guard, and that ultimately it had reached the hands of our generalissimo.  His Excellency had deigned to take cognisance of it with his own eyes.  After that he had referred the matter in confidence to General Robles.

“The letter, senores, I cannot now recollect textually.  I saw the signature of Gaspar Ruiz.  He was an audacious fellow.  He had snatched a soul for himself out of a cataclysm, remember.  And now it was that soul which had dictated the terms of his letter.  Its tone was very independent.  I remember it struck me at the time as noble ­dignified.  It was, no doubt, her letter.  Now I shudder at the depth of its duplicity.  Gaspar Ruiz was made to complain of the injustice of which he had been a victim.  He invoked his previous record of fidelity and courage.  Having been saved from death by the miraculous interposition of Providence, he could think of nothing but of retrieving his character.  This, he wrote, he could not hope to do in the ranks as a discredited soldier still under suspicion.  He had the means to give a striking proof of his fidelity.  And he ended by proposing to the General-in-Chief a meeting at midnight in the middle of the Plaza before the Moneta.  The signal would be to strike fire with flint and steel three times, which was not too conspicuous and yet distinctive enough for recognition.

“San Martin, the great Liberator, loved men of audacity and courage.  Besides, he was just and compassionate.  I told him as much of the man’s story as I knew, and was ordered to accompany him on the appointed night.  The signals were duly exchanged.  It was midnight, and the whole town was dark and silent.  Their two cloaked figures came together in the centre of the vast Plaza, and, keeping discreetly at a distance, I listened for an hour or more to the murmur of their voices.  Then the general motioned me to approach; and as I did so I heard San Martin, who was courteous to gentle and simple alike, offer Gaspar Ruiz the hospitality of the headquarters for the night.  But the soldier refused, saying that he would not be worthy of that honour till he had done something.

“‘You cannot have a common deserter for your guest, Excellency,’ he protested with a low laugh, and stepping backwards, merged slowly into the night.

“The Commander-in-Chief observed to me, as we turned away:  ’He had somebody with him, our friend Ruiz.  I saw two figures for a moment.  It was an unobtrusive companion.’

“I too had observed another figure join the vanishing form of Gaspar Ruiz.  It had the appearance of a short fellow in a poncho and a big hat.  And I wondered stupidly who it could be he had dared take into his confidence.  I might have guessed it could be no one but that fatal girl ­alas!

“Where he kept her concealed I do not know.  He had ­it was known afterwards ­an uncle, his mother’s brother, a small shopkeeper in Santiago.  Perhaps it was there that she found a roof and food.  Whatever she found, it was poor enough to exasperate her pride and keep up her anger and hate.  It is certain she did not accompany him on the feat he undertook to accomplish first of all.  It was nothing less than the destruction of a store of war material collected secretly by the Spanish authorities in the south, in a town called Linares.  Gaspar Ruiz was entrusted with a small party only, but they proved themselves worthy of San Martin’s confidence.  The season was not propitious.  They had to swim swollen rivers.  They seemed, however, to have galloped night and day, outriding the news of their foray, and holding straight for the town, a hundred miles into the enemy’s country, till at break of day they rode into it sword in hand, surprising the little garrison.  It fled without making a stand, leaving most of its officers in Gaspar Ruiz’ hands.

“A great explosion of gunpowder ended the conflagration of the magazines the raiders had set on fire without loss of time.  In less than six hours they were riding away at the same mad speed, without the loss of a single man.  Good as they were, such an exploit is not performed without a still better leadership.

“I was dining at the headquarters when Gas-par Ruiz himself brought the news of his success.  And it was a great blow to the Royalist troops.  For a proof he displayed to us the garrison’s flag.  He took it from under his poncho and flung it on the table.  The man was transfigured; there was something exulting and menacing in the expression of his face.  He stood behind General San Martin’s chair and looked proudly at us all.  He had a round blue cap edged with silver braid on his head, and we all could see a large white scar on the nape of his sunburnt neck.

“Somebody asked him what he had done with the captured Spanish officers.

“He shrugged his shoulders scornfully.  ’What a question to ask!  In a partisan war you do not burden yourself with prisoners.  I let them go ­and here are their sword-knots.’

“He flung a bunch of them on the table upon the flag.  Then General Robles, whom I was attending there, spoke up in his loud, thick voice:  ’You did!  Then, my brave friend, you do not know yet how a war like ours ought to be conducted.  You should have done ­this.’  And he passed the edge of his hand across his own throat.

“Alas, senores!  It was only too true that on both sides this contest, in its nature so heroic, was stained by ferocity.  The murmurs that arose at General Robles’ words were by no means unanimous in tone.  But the generous and brave San Martin praised the humane action, and pointed out to Ruiz a place on his right hand.  Then rising with a full glass he proposed a toast:  ’Caballeros and comrades-in-arms, let us drink the health of Captain Gaspar Ruiz.’  And when we had emptied our glasses:  ‘I intend,’ the Commander-in-Chief continued, ’to entrust him with the guardianship of our southern frontier, while we go afar to liberate our brethren in Peru.  He whom the enemy could not stop from striking a blow at his very heart will know how to protect the peaceful populations we leave behind us to pursue our sacred task.’  And he embraced the silent Gaspar Ruiz by his side.

“Later on, when we all rose from table, I approached the latest officer of the army with my congratulations.  ‘And, Captain Ruiz,’ I added, ’perhaps you do not mind telling a man who has always believed in the uprightness of your character, what became of Dona Erminia on that night?’

“At this friendly question his aspect changed.  He looked at me from under his eyebrows with the heavy, dull glance of a guasso ­of a peasant.

“Senor teniente,’ he said thickly, and as if very much cast down, ’do not ask me about the senorita, for I prefer not to think about her at all when I am amongst you.’

“He looked, with a frown, all about the room, full of smoking and talking officers.  Of course I did not insist.

“These, senores, were the last words I was to hear him utter for a long, long time.  The very next day we embarked for our arduous expedition to Peru, and we only heard of Gaspar Ruiz’ doings in the midst of battles of our own.  He had been appointed military guardian of our southern province.  He raised a partida.  But his leniency to the conquered foe displeased the Civil Governor, who was a formal, uneasy man, full of suspicions.  He forwarded reports against Gaspar Ruiz to the Supreme Government; one of them being that he had married publicly, with great pomp, a woman of Royalist tendencies.  Quarrels were sure to arise between these two men of very different character.  At last the Civil Governor began to complain of his inactivity, and to hint at treachery, which, he wrote, would be not surprising in a man of such antecedents.  Gaspar Ruiz heard of it.  His rage flamed up, and the woman ever by his side knew how to feed it with perfidious words.  I do not know whether really the Supreme Government ever did ­as he complained afterwards ­send orders for his arrest.  It seems certain that the Civil Governor began to tamper with his officers, and that Gaspar Ruiz discovered the fact.

“One evening, when the Governor was giving a tertullia Gaspar Ruiz, followed by six men he could trust, appeared riding through the town to the door of the Government House, and entered the sala armed, his hat on his head.  As the Governor, displeased, advanced to meet him, he seized the wretched man round the body, carried him off from the midst of the appalled guests, as though he were a child, and flung him down the outer steps into the street.  An angry hug from Gaspar Ruiz was enough to crush the life out of a giant; but in addition Gaspar Ruiz’ horsemen fired their pistols at the body of the Governor as it lay motionless at the bottom of the stairs.”