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The Mark ot Zorro.
POUGLAS FAIHBAXKS AS DON DIEGO VEGA.
The Mark of Zorro
BY
JOHNSTON McCULLEY
Published Serially under the title of " THE CURSE OF CAPISTRANO "
ILLUSTRATED WITH SCENES FROM THE PHOTOPLAY
GROSSET & DUNLAP
PUBLISHERS NEW YORK
Made io the United State* of Amenca
COPTEIGHT, 1924, BY
GROSSET & DUNLAP
To DOUGLAS FAIRBANKS
THE ''ZOERO" OF THE SCREEN
CONTENTS |
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APTEB I |
Pedro, the Boaster . |
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PAGB 1 |
II |
On the Heels of the Storm |
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III |
Se^or Zorro Pays a Visit |
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. 16 |
IV |
Swords Clash and Pedro Explains |
. 21 |
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V |
A Ride in the Morning . |
. 31 |
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Vi |
Diego Seeks a Bride |
. 37 |
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VII |
A Different Sort of Man . |
. 46 |
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VIII |
Don Carlos Plays a Game . |
. 54 |
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IX |
The Clash of Blades |
. 63 |
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X |
A Hint at Jealousy |
. 72 |
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XI |
Three Suitors .... |
. 79 |
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XII |
A Visit |
. 87 |
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XIII |
Love Comes Swiftly |
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98 |
XIV |
Captain Ram6n Writes a Letter |
. 109 |
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XV |
At the Presidio .... |
. 114 |
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XVI |
The Chase That Failed |
123 |
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XVII |
Sergeant Gonzales Meets a Friend . |
129 |
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XVIII |
Don Diego Returns . |
135 |
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XIX |
Captain Ram6n Apologizes . |
140 |
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XX |
Don Diego Shows Interest . |
148 |
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XXI |
The Whipping .... |
153 |
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XXII |
Swift Punishment . |
160 |
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xxin |
More Punishment . |
167 |
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XXIV |
At the Hacienda of Don AiiF^ANDRO . |
174 |
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XXV |
A League Is Formed |
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185 |
XX\^I |
An Understanding . . > |
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191 |
XXVII |
Orders for Arrest . |
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200 |
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CHAPTEB
XXVIII
XXIX
XXX
XXXI
XXXII
XXXIII
XXXIV
XXXV
XXX^T
XXXVII
XXXVIII
XXXIX
CONTEXTS
The Outrage
Don Diego Feels III
The Sigx of the Fox
The Rescue
Close Quarters
Flight and Pltisuit .
The Blood of the Pl'lidos
The Clash of Blades Again
All Against Them .
The Fox at Bay
The ]\Ian Unmasked
''jMeal Ml^h and Goat's jMilk!'*
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203 217 225 231 238 248 256 262 277 284 290 297
THE MARK OF ZORRO
CHAPTER I
PEDRO, THE BOASTER
Again the sheet of rain beat against the roof of red Spanish tile, and the wind shrieked like a soul in torment, and smoke puffed from the big fireplace as the sparks were showered over the hard dirt floor.
'* ^Tis a night for evil deeds!" declared Sergeant Pedro Gonzales, stretching his great feet in their loose boots toward the roaring fire and grasping the hilt of his sword in one hand and a mng filled with thin wine in the other. *^ Devils howl in the wind and demons are in the raindrops! 'Tis an evil night, indeed — eh, senorf
*^It is!" the fat landlord agreed hastily; and he made haste, also, to fill the wine mng again, for Sergeant Pedro Gonzales had a temper that was terrible when aroused, as it always was when wine was not forthcoming.
**An evil night!" the big sergeant repeated, and drained the mug without stopping to draw breath, a feat that had attracted considerable attention in its time and had gained the sergeant a certain amount of notoriety up and down El Camino Eeal,
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as they called the highway that connected the mis- sions in one long chain.
Gonzales sprawled closer to the fire, and cared not that other men thus were robbed of some of its warmth. Sergeant Pedro Gonzales often had expressed his belief that a man should look out for his own comfort before considering others ; and be- ing of great size and strength, and having much skill with the blade, he found few who had the courage to declare that they believed otherwise.
Outside the wind shrieked and the rain dashed against the ground in a solid sheet. It was a typical February storm for southern California. At the missions the frailes had cared for the stock and had closed the buildings for the night. At every great hacienda big fires were burning in the houses. The timid natives kept to their little adobe huts, glad for shelter.
And here in the little pueblo of Reina de Los Angeles, where, in years to come, a great city would grow, the tavern on one side of the plaza housed for the time being men who would sprawl before the fire until the dawn rather than face the beating rain.
Sergeant Pedro Gonzales, by virtue of his rank and size, hogged the fireplace, and a corporal and three soldiers from the presidio sat at table a little in rear of him, drinking their thin wine and playing at cards. An Indian servant crouched on his heels in one corner, no neophyte who had accepted the religion of the frailes, but a gentile and renegade*
PEDRO, THE BOASTER 3
For this was in the day of the decadence of the missions, and there was little peace between the robed Franciscans who followed in the footsteps of the sainted Junipero Serra, who had founded the first mission at San Diego de Alcala, and thus made possible an empire, and those who followed the politicians and had high places in the army. The men who drank wine in the tavern at Reina de Los Angeles had no wish for a spying neophyte about them.
Just now conversation had died out, a fact that annoyed the fat landlord and caused him some fear ; for Sergeant Pedro Gonzales in an argument was Sergeant Gonzales at peace; and unless he could talk the big soldier might feel moved to action and start a brawl.
Twice before Gonzales had done so, to the great damage of furniture and men's faces; and the land- lord had appealed to the comandoMte of the pre- sidio^ Captain Ramon, only to be informed that the captain had an abundance of troubles of his o^m, and that running an inn was not one of them.
So the landlord regarded Gonzales warily, and edged closer to the long table, and spoke in an attempt to start a general conversation and so avert trouble.
*^They are saying in the pueblo/' he announced, **that this Senor Zorro is abroad again.''
His words had an effect that was both unexpected and terrible to witness. Sergeant Pedro Gonzales hurled his half -filled wine mug to the hard dirt floor,
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straight ened suddenly on the bencli, and crashed a ponderous fist down upon the table, causing wine mugs and cards and coins to scatter in all direo^ tions.
The corporal and the three soldiers retreated a few feet in sudden fright, and the red face of the landlord blanched; the native sitting in the corner started to creep toward the door, having determined that he preferred the storm outside to the big ser- geant's anger.
^'Seiior Zorro, eh?" Gonzales cried in a terrible voice. ^^Is it my fate always to hear that name? Senor Zorro, eh? Mr. Fox, in other words! He imagines, I take it, that he is as cunning as one. By the saints, he raises as much stench!''
Gonzales gulped, turned to face them squarely, and continued his tirade.
*'He runs up and down the length of El Camino Real like a goat of the high hills ! He wears a mask, and he flashes a pretty blade, they tell me. He uses the point of it to carve his hated letter ^'Z'' on the cheek of his foe! Ha! The Mark of Zorro they are calling it ! A pretty blade he has, in truth ! But I cannot swear as to the blade — I never have seen it. He will not do me the honor of letting me see it! Senor Zorro 's depredations never occur in the vicin- ity of Sergeant Pedro Gonzales! Perhaps this Seiior Zorro can tell us the reason for that? Ha!''
He glared at the men before him, threw up his upper lip, and let the ends of his great black mus- tache bristle.
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**They are calling him the Curse of Capistrano now,'' the fat landlord observed, stooping to pick up the wine mug and cards and hoping to filch a coin in the process.
** Curse of the entire highway and the whole mis- sion chain!'' Sergeant Gonzales roared. *^A cut- throat, he is! A thief! Ha! A common fellow presuming to get him a reputation for bravery be- cause he robs a hacienda or so and frightens a few women and natives! Senor Zorro, eh? Here is one fox it gives me pleasure to hunt! Curse of Capistrano, eh? I know I have led an evil life, but I only ask of the saints one thing now — that they forgive me my sins long enough to grant me the boon of standing face to face with this pretty high- wayman ! ' '
** There is a reward — " the landlord began.
*^You snatch the very words from my lips!" Ser- geant Gonzales protested. ^^ There is a pretty re- ward for the fellow's capture, offered by his excel- lency the governor. And what good fortune has come to my blade ? I am away on duty at San Juan Capistrano, and the fellow makes his play at Santa Barbara. I am at Reina de Los Angeles, and he takes a fat purse at San Luis Rey. I dine at San Gabriel, let us say, and he robs at San Diego de Alcala! A pest, he is! Once I met him — "
Sergeant Gonzales choked on his wrath and reached for the vvdne mug, which the landlord had filled again and placed at his elbow. He g-ulped down the contents.
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*^Well, he never has visited us here/^ the landlord said with a sigh of thanksgiving.
*'Good reason, fat one! Ample reason! We have a presidio here and a few soldiers. He rides far from any presidio, does this pretty Senor Zorro! He is like a fleeting sunbeam, I grant him that — and with about as much real courage!"
Sergeant Gonzales relaxed on the bench again, and the landlord gave him a glance that was full of relief, and began to hope that there would be no breakage of mugs and furniture and men's faces this rainy night.
*'Yet this Senor Zorro must rest at times — he must eat and sleep, '* the landlord said. *^It is cer- tain that he must have some place for hiding and recuperation. Some fine day the soldiers will trail him to his den."
^^Ha!" Gonzales replied. *^0f course the man has to eat and sleep ! And what is it that he claims now? He says that he is no real thief, by the saints ! He is but punishing those who mistreat the men of the missions, he says. Friend of the oppressed, eh? He left a placard at Santa Barbara recently stating as much, did he not? Ha! And what may be the reply to that? The frailes of the missions are shielding him, hiding him, giving him his meat and drink! Shake down a robed fray and you'll find some trace of this pretty highwayman's where- abouts, else I am a lazy civilian!"
**I have no doubt that you speak the truth," the landlord replied. *'I put it not past the frailes to
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do such a thing. But may this Senor Zorro never visit us here!''
^^And why not, fat one?" Sergeant Gonzales cried in a voice of thunder. ^^Am I not here? Have I not a blade at my side? Are you an owl, and is this daylight that you cannot see as far as the end of your puny, crooked nose? By the saints — ■"
**I mean," said the landlord quickly and with some alarm, ^^that I have no wish to be robbed."
*'To be — robbed of what, fat one? Of a jug of weak wine and a meal? Have you riches, fool? Ha ! Let the fellow come ! Let this bold and cun- ning Sehor Zorro but enter that door and step be- fore us ! Let him make a bow, as they say he does, and let his eyes twinkle through his mask ! Let me but face the fellow for an instant — and I claim the generous reward offered by his excellency!"
*^He perhaps is afraid to venture so near the presidio/' the landlord said.
* ^ More wine ! ' ' Gonzales howled. * ^ More wine, fat one, and place it to my account! When I have earned the reward, you shall be paid in full. I prom- ise it on my word as a soldier! Ha! Were this brave and cunning Senor Zorro, this Curse of Cap- istrano, but to make entrance at that door now — " The door suddenly was opened!
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CHAPTER n
ON THE HEELS OF THE STOBM
In came a gust of wind and rain and a man with it, and the candles flickered and one was extin- guished. This sudden entrance in the midst of the sergeant's boast startled them all; and Gonzales drew his blade halfway from its scabbard as his words died in his throat. The native was quick to close the door again to keep out the wind.
The newcomer turned and faced them; the land- lord gave another sigh of relief. It was not Senor Zorro, of course. It was Don Diego Vega, a fair youth of excellent blood and twenty-four years, noted the length of El Camino Real for his small interest in the really important things of life.
*'Ha!" Gonzales cried, and slammed his blade home.
^'Is it that I startled you somewhat, senores?" Don Diego asked politely and in a thin voice, glanc- ing around the big room and nodding to the men before him.
**If you did, senor, it was because you entered on the heels of the storm,'' the sergeant retorted. ' ^ 'Twould not be your own energy that would startle any man!"
*^H-m!" grunted Don Diego, throwing aside his
sombrero and flinging off his soaked serape. *'Your
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ON THE HEELS OF THE STORM 9
remarks border on the perilous, ray raucous friend." ^^Can it be that you intend to take me to task?" ^^It is true," continued Don Diego, ^'that I do not have a reputation for riding like a fool at risk of my neck, fighting like an idiot with every new- comer, and playing the guitar under every woman's window like a simpleton. Yet I do not care to have these things you deem my shortcomings flaunted in my face!"
Ha!" Gonzales cried, half in anger. We have an agreement, Sergeant Gonzales, that we can be friends, and I can forget the wide differ- ence in birth and breeding that yawns between us only as long as you curb your tongue and stand my comrade. Your boasts amuse me, and I buy for you the wine that you crave — it is a pretty arrange- ment. But ridicule me again, senor, either in public or private, and the agreement is at an end. I may mention that I have some small influence — "
**Your pardon, cahallero and my very good friend!" the alarmed Sergeant Gonzales cried now. *^You are storming worse than the tempest outside, and merely because my tongue happened to slip. Hereafter, if any man ask, you are nimble of wit and quick with a blade, always ready to fight or to make love. You are a man of action, cahallero! Ha! Does any dare doubt it?"
He glared around the room, half drawing his blade again, and then he slammed the sword home and threw back his head and roared with laughter, and then clapped Don Diego between the shoulders ; and
10 THE MAEK OF ZOREO
the fat landlord hurried with more wine, knowing well that Don Diego Vega would stand the score.
For this peculiar friendship between Don Diego and Sergeant Gonzales was the talk of El Camino Real. Don Diego came from a family of blood that iniled over thousands of broad acres, countless herds of horses and cattle, great fields of grain. Don Diego, in his ovm right, had a hacienda that was like a small empire, and a house in the pueblo also, and was destined to inherit from his father more than thrice what he had now.
But Don Diego was unlike the other full-blooded youths of the times. It appeared that he disliked action. He seldom wore his blade, except as a mat- ter of style and apparel. He was damnably polite to all women and paid court to none.
He sat in the sun and listened to the wild tales of other men — and now and then he smiled. He was the opposite of Sergeant Pedro Gonzales in all things, and yet they were together frequently. It was as Don Diego had said — ^he enjoyed the ser- geant's boasts, and the sergeant enjoyed the free wine. What more could either ask in the way of a fair arrangement?
Now Don Diego went to stand before the fire and dry himself, holding a mug of red wine in one hand. He was only medium in size, yet he possessed health and good looks, and it was the despair of proud duenas that he would not glance a second time at the pretty senoritas they protected, and for whom they sought desirable husbands.
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Gonzales, afraid that he had angered his friend and that the free wine would be at an end, now strove to make peace.
^'Cdballero, we have been speaking of this noto- rious Senor Zorro," he said. '*We have been re- garding in conversation this fine Curse of Capis- trano, as some nimble-witted fool has seen fit to term the pest of the highway."
*^What about him?" Don Diego asked, putting down his wine mug and hiding a yawn behind his hand. Those who knew Don Diego best declared he yawned tenscore times a day.
^^I have been remarking, cahallero/' said the ser- geant, *Hhat this fine Seiior Zorro never appears in my vicinity, and that I am hoping the good saints will grant me the chance of facing him some fine day, that I may claim the reward offered by the governor. Senor Zorro, eh? Ha!"
**Let us not speak of him," Don Diego begged, turning from the fireplace and throwing out one hand as if in protest. "Shall it be that I never hear of anything except deeds of bloodshed and violence? Would it be possible in these turbulent times for a man to listen to words of wisdom re- garding music or the poets?"
"Meal-mush and goat's milk!" snorted Sergeant Gonzales in huge disgust. "If this Senor Zorro wishes to risk his neck, let him. It is his own neck, by the saints! A cutthroat! A thief! Ha!"
"I have been hearing considerable concerning his work," Don Diego went on to say. "The fellow,
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no doubt, is sincere in his purpose. He has robbed none except officials who have stolen from the mis- sions and the poor, and punished none except brutes who mistreat natives. He has slain no man, I un- derstand. Let him have his little day in the public eye, my sergeant." *^I would rather have the reward!" ' * Earn it ! " Don Diego said. * * Capture the man ! ' ' *^Ha! Dead or alive, the governor's proclama- tion says. I myself have read it."
* * Then stand you up to him and run him through, if such a thing pleases you," Don Diego retorted. *^And tell me all about it afterward — but spare me now ! ' '
* ^ It ^\dll be a pretty story ! ' ' Gonzales cried. * ' And you shall have it entire, cab alter o, word by word! How I played with him, how I laughed at him as we fought, how I pressed him back after a time and ran him through — "
** Afterward — ^but not now!" Don Diego cried, ex- asperated. ^'Landlord, more wine! The only man- ner in which to stop this raucous boaster is to make his wide throat so slick with wine that the words cannot climb out of it!"
The landlord quickly filled the mugs. Don Diego sipped at his wine slowly, as a gentleman should, while Sergeant Gonzales took his in two grea't gulps. And then the scion of the house of Vega stepped across to the bench and reached for his sombrero and his serape.
*'What?" the sergeant cried. **You are going to
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leave us at such an early hour, cahallero? You are going to face the fury of that beating storm T'
* * At least, I am brave enough for that, "Don Diego replied, smiling. **I but ran over from my house for a pot of honey. The fools feared the rain too much to fetch me some this day from the hacienda. Get me one, landlord."
**I shall escort you safely home through the rain!" Sergeant Gonzales cried, for he knew full well that Don Diego had excellent wine of age there.
*^You shall remain here before the roaring fire!" Don Diego told him firmly. * ^I do not need an escort of soldiers from the presidio to cross the plaza. I am going over accounts with my secretary, and pos- sibly may return to the tavern after we have fin- ished. I wanted the pot of honey that we might eat as we worked."
**Ha! And why did you not send that secretary of yours for the honey, cahallero? Why be wealthy and have servants, if a man cannot send them on errands on such a stormy night?"
^'He is an old man and feeble," Don Diego ex- plained. **He also is secretary to my aged father. The storm would kill him. Landlord, serve all here with wine and put it to my account. I may return when my books have been straightened."
Don Diego Vega picked up the pot of honey, wrapped his serape around his head, opened the door, and plunged into the storm and darkness.
*' There goes a man!" Gonzales cried, flourishing his arms. *^He is my friend, that cahallero j and I
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-would have all men know it! He seldom wears a blade, and I doubt whether he can use one — but he is my friend! The flashing dark eyes of lovely senoritas do not disturb him, yet I swear he is a pattern of a man!
^^ Music and the poets, eh? Ha! Has he not the right, if such is his pleasure ? Is he not Don Diego Yega? Has he not blue blood and broad acres and great storehouses filled with goods? Is he not lib- eral? He may stand on his head or wear petticoats, if it please him — ^yet I swear he is a pattern of a man ! ' '
The soldiers echoed his sentiments since they were drinking Don Diego's wine and did not have the courage to combat the sergeant's statements, anyway. The fat landlord served them with an- other round since Don Diego would pay. For it was beneath a Yega to look at his score in a public tav- ern, and the fat landlord many times had taken advantage of this fact.
^'He cannot endure the thought of violence or bloodshed," Sergeant Gonzales continued. '^He is as gentle as a breeze of spring. Yet he has a firm wrist and a deep eye. It merely is the cahallero^s manner of seeing life. Did I but have his youth and good looks and riches — Ha! There would be a stream of broken hearts from San Diego de Alcala to San Francisco de Asis!"
**And broken heads!" the corporal offered.
**Ha ! And broken heads, comrade ! I would rule the country! No youngster should stand long in
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my way. Out with blade and at them ! Cross Pedro Gonzales, eh? Ha! Through the shoulder — neatly! Ha! Through a lung!'^
Gonzales was upon his feet now, and his blade had leaped from its scabbard. He swept it back and forth through the air, thrust, parried, lunged, advanced and retreated, shouted his oaths and roared his laughter as he fought with shadows.
^^That is the manner of it!'' he screeched at the fireplace. **What have we heref Two of you against one? So much the better, senores! "We love brave odds ! Ha ! Have at you, dog ! Die, hound ! One side, poltroon!"
He reeled against the wall, gasping, his breath almost gone, the point of his blade resting on the floor, his great face purple with the exertion and the wine he had consumed, while the corporal and the soldiers and the fat landlord laughed long and loudly at this bloodless battle from which Sergeant Pedro Gonzales had emerged the unquestioned vic- tor.
**Were — ^were this fine Senor Zorro only before me here and now!" the sergeant gasped.
And again the door was opened suddenly and a man entered the inn on a gust of the storm!
CHAPTER in
SE^OE ZOKKO PAYS A VISIT
The native hurried forward to fasten tlie door against the force of the wind, and then retreated to his corner again. The newcomer had his back toward those in the long room. They could see that his sombrero was pulled far down on his head, as if to prevent the wind from whisking it away, and that his body was enveloped in a long cloak that was wringing wet.
With his back still toward them, he opened the cloak and shook the raindrops from it, and then folded it across his breast again as the fat landlord hurried forward, rubbing his hands together in ex- pectation, for he deemed that here was some cahallero off the highway who would pay good coin for food and bed and care for his horse.
When the landlord was within a few feet of him and the door the stranger whirled around. The landlord gave a little cry of fear and retreated with speed. The corporal gurgled deep down in his throat; the soldiers gasped; Sergeant Pedro Gon- zales allowed his lower jaw to drop and let his eyes bulge.
For the man who stood straight before them had a black mask over his face that effectually concealed
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SENOR ZOESO PAYS A VISIT 17
his features, and through the two slits in it his eyes glittered ominously.
^^Ha! What have we here?'' Gonzales gasped, finally, some presence of mind returning to him.
The man before them bowed.
^^Seiior Zorro, at your service!" he said.
^^By the saints! Senor Zorro, eh?'' Gonzales cried.
^'Do you doubt it, senor f
*^If you are indeed Senor Zorro, then have you lost your wits!" the sergeant declared.
*^What is j:he meaning of that speech?"
*^You are here, are you not? You have entered the inn, have you not? By all the saints, you have walked into a trap, my pretty highwayman ! ' '
*^Will the senor please explain?" Senor Zorro asked. His voice was deep and held a peculiar ring.
*^Are you blind? Are you without sense?" Gon- zales demanded. **Am I not here?"
'^And what has that to do with it?"
**Am I not a soldier?"
**At least you wear a soldier's garb, senor/'
*^By the saints, and cannot you see the good cor- poral and three of our comrades? Have you come to surrender your wicked sword, senor? Are you finished playing at rogue?"
Senor Zorro laughed not unpleasantly, but he did not take his eyes from Gonzales.
^^Most certainly I have not come to surrender," he said. **I am on business, senor J'
** Business?" Gonzales queried.
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*^Four days ago, senor, you brutally beat a native who bad won your dislike. The affair happened on the road between here and the mission at San Gabriel.''
^'He was a surly dog and got in my way! And how does it concern you, my pretty highwayman?"
**I am the friend of the oppressed, senor, and I have come to punish you.''
**Come to — to punish me, fool? You punish me? I shall die of laughter before I can run you through ! You are as good as dead, Seiior Zorro! His ex- cellency has offered a pretty price for your carcass ! If you are a religious man, say your prayers! I would not have it said that I slew a man without giving him time to repent his crimes. I give you the space of a hundred heart-beats."
**You are generous, sefiorj but there is no need for me to say my prayers."
**Then must I do my duty," said Gonzales, and lifted the point of his blade. *' Corporal, you will remain by the table, and the men, also. This fellow and the reward he means are mine ! "
He blew out the ends of his mustache and ad- vanced carefully, not making the mistake of under- estimating his antagonist, for there had been certain tales of the man's skill with a blade. And when he was within the proper distance he recoiled sud- denly, as if a snake had warned of a strike.
For Senor Zorro had allowed one hand to come from beneath his cloak, and the hand held a pistol, most damnable of weapons to Sergeant Gonzales.
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**Back, senor!'^ Seiior Zorro warned.
*'Ha! So that is the way of it!'' Gonzales cried. **You carry that devil's weapon and threaten men with it ! Such things are for use only at a long dis- tance and against inferior foes. Gentlemen prefer the trusty blade."
^^Back, seiior! There is death in this you call the devil's weapon! I shall not warn again."
*^ Somebody told me you were a brave man," Gon- zales taunted, retreating a few feet. ^'It has been whispered that you would meet any man foot to foot and cross blades ^'ith him. I have believed it of you. And now I find you resorting to a weapon fit for nothing except to use against red natives. Can it be, sefior, that you lack the courage I have heard you possess?"
Senor Zorro laughed again.
**As to that you shall see presently," he said. **The use of this pistol is necessary at the present time. I find myself pitted against large odds in this tavern, sen07\ I shall cross blades with you gladly when I have made such a proceeding safe."
**I wait anxiously," Gonzales sneered.
**The corporal and soldiers will retreat to that far corner," Senor Zorro directed. ^'Landlord, you will accompany them. The native will go there, also. Quickly, senores! Thank you! I do not wish to have any of you disturbing me while I am punish- ing this sergeant here."
^'Ha!" Gonzales screeched in fury. *'We shall soon see as to the punishing, my pretty fox!"
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**I shall hold the pistol in my left hand,'' Senor Zorro continued. *'I shall engage this sergeant with my right, in the proper manner, and as I fight I shall keep an eye on the corner. The first move from any of yon, senores, means that I fire. I am expert with this you have termed the devil's weapon, and if I fire some men shall cease to exist on this earth of onrs. It is understood?"
The corporal and soldiers and landlord did not take the trouble to answer. Senor Zorro looked Gon- zales straight in the eyes again, and a chuckle came from behind his mask.
^'Sergeant, you will turn your back until I can draw my blade," he directed. **I give you my word as a cdballero that I shall not make a foul attack."
^^As a cahallerof Gonzales sneered.
*^I said it, senor!'' Zorro replied, his voice ring- ing a threat.
Gonzales shrugged his shoulders and turned his back. In an instant he heard the voice of the high- wayman again.
**0n guard, senor!''
CHAPTER IV
SWOEDS CLASH — AND PEDEO EXPLAINS
Gonzales whirled at the word, and his blade came up. He saw that Senor Zorro had drawn his sword, and that he was holding the pistol in his left hand high above his head. Moreover, Senor Zorro was chuckling still, and the sergeant became infuriated. The blades clashed.
Sergeant Gonzales had been accustomed to bat- tling with men who gave ground when they pleased and took it when they could, who went this way and that seeking an advantage, now advancing, now re- treating, now swinging to left or right as their skill directed them.
But here he faced a man who fought in quite a di:fferent way. For Senor Zorro, it appeared, was as if rooted to one spot and unable to turn his face in any other direction. He did not give an inch, nor did he advance, nor step to either side.
Gonzales attacked furiously, as was his custom, and he found the point of his blade neatly parried. He used more caution then and tried what tricks he knew, but they seemed to avail him nothing. He attempted to pass around the man before him, and the other's blade drove him back. He tried a re- treat, hoping to draw the other out, but Senor Zorro stood his ground and forced Gonzales to attack
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again. As for the Mghwayman, he did naught ex- cept put up a defense.
Anger got the better of Gonzales then, for he knew the corporal was jealous of him, and that the tale of this fight would be told to all the puehlo to- morrow, and so travel up and down the length of El Camino Real.
He attacked furiously, hoping to drive Senor Zorro off his feet and make an end of it. But he found that his attack ended as if against a stone wall, his blade was turned aside, his breast crashed against that of his antagonist, and Senor Zorro merely threw out his chest and hurled him back half a dozen steps.
*' Fight, senor!'' Senor Zorro said.
*^ Fight yourself, cutthroat and thief!'' the exas- perated sergeant cried. ^^ Don't stand like a piece of the hills, fool ! Is it against your religion to take a step?"
**You cannot taunt me into doing it," the high- wayman replied, chuckling again.
Sergeant Gonzales realized then that he had been angry, and he knew an angry man cannot fight with the blade as well as a man who controls his temper. So he became deadly cold now, and his eyes nar- rowed, and all boasting was gone from him.
He attacked again, but now he was alert, seeking an unguarded spot through which he could thrust without courting disaster himself. He fenced as he never had fenced in his life before. He cursed him- self for having allowed wine and food to rob him
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of his wind. From the front, from either side, he attacked, only to be turned back again, all his tricks solved almost before he tried them.
He had been watching his antagonist's eyes, of course, and now he saw a change. They had seemed to be laughing through the mask, and now they had narrowed and seemed to send forth flakes of fire.
^'We have had enough of playing!" Senor Zorro said. ^'It is time for the punishment!''
And suddenly he began to press the fighting, tak- ing step after step, slowly and methodically going forward and forcing Gonzales backward. The tip of his blade seemed to be a serpent's head with a thousand tongues. Gonzales felt himself at the other's mercy, but he gritted his teeth and tried to control himself and fought on.
Now he was with his back against the wall, but in such a position that Senor Zorro could give him battle and watch the men in the corner at the same time. He knew the highwayman was playing with him. He was ready to swallow his pride and call upon the corporal and soldiers to rush in and give him aid.
And then there came a sudden battering at the door, which the native had bolted. The heart of Gonzales gave a great leap. Somebody was there, wishing to enter. Whoever it was would think it peculiar that the door was not thrown open instantly by the fat landlord or his servant. Perhaps help was at hand.
**We are interrupted, senor ^^ the highwayman
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said. **I regret it, for I will not have the time to give you the punishment you deserve, and will have to arrange to visit you another time. You scarcely are worth a double visit.''
The pounding at the door was louder now. Gon- zales raised his voice:
^'Ha! We have Seiior Zorro here!''
*' Poltroon!" the highwayman cried.
His blade seemed to take on new life. It darted in and out ^vith. a speed that was bewildering. It caught a thousand beams of light from the flicker- ing candles and hurled them back.
And suddenly it darted in and hooked itself prop- erly, and Sergeant Gonzales felt his sword torn from his grasp and saw it go flying through the air.
*'So!" Senor Zorro cried.
Gonzales awaited the stroke. A sob came into his throat that this must be the end instead of on a field of battle where a soldier wishes it. But no steel entered his breast to bring forth his life's blood.
Instead, Senor Zorro swung his left hand down, passed the hilt of his blade to it and grasped it beside the pistol's butt, and with his right he slapped Pedro Gonzales once across the cheek.
**That for a man who mistreats helpless natives !'* he cried.
Gonzales roared in rage and shame. Somebody was trying to smash the door in now. But Senor Zorro appeared to give it little thought. He sprang back, and sent his blade into its scabbard like a
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flash. He swept the pistol before him and thus threatened all in the long room. He darted to a window, sprang upon a bench.
^^ Until a later time, senor!" he cried.
And then he went through the window as a moun- tain goat jumps from a cliff, taking its covering with him. In rushed the wind and rain, and the candles went out.
*' After him!" Gonzales screeched, springing across the room and grasping his blade again. ^^ Un- bar the door ! Out and after him ! Remember, there is a generous reward — "
The corporal reached the door first, and threw it open. In stumbled two men of the puehlo, eager for wine and an explanation of the fastened door. Sergeant Gonzales and his comrades drove over them, left them sprawling, and dashed into the storm.
But there was little use in it. It was so dark a man could not see a distance of a horse's length. The beating rain was enough to obliterate tracks almost instantly. Senor Zorro was gone — and no man could tell in what direction.
There was a tumult, of course, in which the men of the pueblo joined. Sergeant Gonzales and the soldiers returned to the inn to find it full of men they knew. And Sergeant Gonzales knew, also, that his reputation was now at stake.
^'Nobody but a highwayman, nobody but a cut- throat and thief would have done it!'' he cried aloud.
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*^How is that, brave one!'' cried a man in the throng near the doorway.
*^This pretty Seiior Zorro knew, of course ! Some days ago I broke the thumb of my sword hand while fencing at San Juan Capistrano. No doubt the word was passed to this Senor Zorro. And he visits me at such a time that he may afterward say he had vanquished me.''
The corporal and soldiers and landlord stared at him, but none was brave enough to say a word.
'* Those who were here can tell you, senores/' Gonzales went on. ^'This Senor Zorro came in at the door and immediately drew a pistol — devil's weapon — from beneath his cloak. He presents it at us, and forces all except me to retire to that