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CHAPTER LVIII 264
CHAPTER LVIII
The Accursed
Soon the news spread through the town that the prisoners were about to set out. At first it was heard with
terror; afterward came the weeping and wailing. The families of the prisoners ran about in distraction, going
from the convento to the barracks, from the barracks to the town hall, and finding no consolation anywhere,
filled the air with cries and groans. The curate had shut himself up on a plea of illness; the alferez had
increased the guards, who received the supplicating women with the butts of their rifles; the gobernadorcillo,
at best a useless creature, seemed to be more foolish and more useless than ever. In front of the jail the women
who still had strength enough ran to and fro, while those who had not sat down on the ground and called upon
the names of their beloved.
Although the sun beat down fiercely, not one of these unfortunates thought of going away. Doray, the
erstwhile merry and happy wife of Don Filipo, wandered about dejectedly, carrying in her arms their infant
son, both weeping. To the advice of friends that she go back home to avoid exposing her baby to an attack of
fever, the disconsolate woman replied, "Why should he live, if he isn't going to have a father to rear him?"
"Your husband is innocent. Perhaps he'll come back."
"Yes, after we're all dead!"
Capitana Tinay wept and called upon her son Antonio. The courageous Capitana Maria gazed silently toward
the small grating behind which were her twin-boys, her only sons.
There was present also the mother-in-law of the pruner of coco-palms, but she was not weeping; instead, she
paced back and forth, gesticulating with uplifted arms, and haranguing the crowd: "Did you ever see anything
like it? To arrest my Andong, to shoot at him, to put him in the stocks, to take him to the capital, and only
because--because he had a new pair of pantaloons! This calls for vengeance! The civil-guards are committing
abuses! I swear that if I ever again catch one of them in my garden, as has often happened, I'll chop him up,
I'll chop him up, or else--let him try to chop me up!" Few persons, however, joined in the protests of the
Mussulmanish mother-in-law.
"Don Crisostomo is to blame for all this," sighed a woman.
The schoolmaster was also in the crowd, wandering about bewildered. Ñor Juan did not rub his hands, nor
was he carrying his rule and plumb-bob; he was dressed in black, for he had heard the bad news and, true to
his habit of looking upon the future as already assured, was in mourning for Ibarra's death.
At two o'clock in the afternoon an open cart drawn by two oxen stopped in front of the town hall. This was at
once set upon by the people, who attempted to unhitch the oxen and destroy it. "Don't do that!" said Capitana
Maria. "Do you want to make them walk?" This consideration acted as a restraint on the prisoners' relatives.
Twenty soldiers came out and surrounded the cart; then the prisoners appeared. The first was Don Filipo,
bound. He greeted his wife smilingly, but Doray broke out into bitter weeping and two guards had difficulty
in preventing her from embracing her husband. Antonio, the son of Capitana Tinay, appeared crying like a
baby, which only added to the lamentations of his family. The witless Andong broke out into tears at sight of
his mother-in-law, the cause of his misfortune. Albino, the quondam theological student, was also bound, as
were Capitana Maria's twins. All three were grave and serious. The last to come out was Ibarra, unbound, but
conducted between two guards. The pallid youth looked about him for a friendly face.
"He's the one that's to blame!" cried many voices. "He's to blame and he goes loose!"