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Sharpes Devil :: Корнуэлл Бернард
Страница: 71 из 209They're just refuges where tired men can spend a few nights in comparative safety. General Vivar deliberately made them uncomfortable so that we wouldn't be tempted to live in them permanently. He believed our place was out there." Morillo waved toward the darkening hills.
The temporary nature of the fort's accommodation was suggesting an idea to Sharpe. There was only one walled and roofed structure, a log cabin which Sharpe guessed was the officer's perquisite, while the other cavalrymen were sheltered beneath the overhang of the firestep. Essentially the fort was nothing more than a walled bivouac; there was not even a water supply inside the walls. The horses had to be watered at the stream at the ridge's foot, and any other drinking water had to be lugged up from the same place. Sharpe gestured at the log cabin. "Your quarters, Captain?"
"Yes, sir."
"Maybe Mister Harper and I can share them with you?"
Morillo frowned, not quite understanding the request, but he nodded anyway. "We'll be cramped, but you're welcome."
"What time do you rouse the men?" Sharpe asked.
"Usually at six. We'd expect to leave at seven."
"Could you leave earlier? While it was dark?"
Morillo nodded cautiously. "I could."
Sharpe smiled. "I'm thinking, Captain, that if Sergeant Dregara is convinced Mister Harper and I are still asleep, he won't disturb us. He may even wait till midmorning before he ventures to knock on the door of your quarters."
Morillo understood the ruse, but looked doubtful. "He'll surely see your horses are gone."
"He might not notice if the horses are missing. After all, his horses and a dozen of yours will still be here. But he'll notice if the mule is gone, so I'll just have to leave it here, won't I?"
Morillo drew on his cigar, then blew a stream of smoke toward the distant sea. "Captain-General Bautista's orders are addressed to me. They say nothing about you, sir, and if you choose to leave at three in the morning, then I can't stop you, can I?"
"No, Captain, you can't. And thank you."
But Morillo was not finished. "I'd still be unhappy about you using the main road, sir. Even if you get a six-hour start on Dregara, you'll be traveling slowly, while he knows the short cuts." Morillo smiled. "I'll give you Ferdinand."
"Ferdinand?"
"You'll meet him in the morning." Morillo seemed amused, but would not say more.
The two men went back into the fort where the cooking fires crackled and smoked.
The temporary nature of the fort's accommodation was suggesting an idea to Sharpe. There was only one walled and roofed structure, a log cabin which Sharpe guessed was the officer's perquisite, while the other cavalrymen were sheltered beneath the overhang of the firestep. Essentially the fort was nothing more than a walled bivouac; there was not even a water supply inside the walls. The horses had to be watered at the stream at the ridge's foot, and any other drinking water had to be lugged up from the same place. Sharpe gestured at the log cabin. "Your quarters, Captain?"
"Yes, sir."
"Maybe Mister Harper and I can share them with you?"
Morillo frowned, not quite understanding the request, but he nodded anyway. "We'll be cramped, but you're welcome."
"What time do you rouse the men?" Sharpe asked.
"Usually at six. We'd expect to leave at seven."
"Could you leave earlier? While it was dark?"
Morillo nodded cautiously. "I could."
Sharpe smiled. "I'm thinking, Captain, that if Sergeant Dregara is convinced Mister Harper and I are still asleep, he won't disturb us. He may even wait till midmorning before he ventures to knock on the door of your quarters."
Morillo understood the ruse, but looked doubtful. "He'll surely see your horses are gone."
"He might not notice if the horses are missing. After all, his horses and a dozen of yours will still be here. But he'll notice if the mule is gone, so I'll just have to leave it here, won't I?"
Morillo drew on his cigar, then blew a stream of smoke toward the distant sea. "Captain-General Bautista's orders are addressed to me. They say nothing about you, sir, and if you choose to leave at three in the morning, then I can't stop you, can I?"
"No, Captain, you can't. And thank you."
But Morillo was not finished. "I'd still be unhappy about you using the main road, sir. Even if you get a six-hour start on Dregara, you'll be traveling slowly, while he knows the short cuts." Morillo smiled. "I'll give you Ferdinand."
"Ferdinand?"
"You'll meet him in the morning." Morillo seemed amused, but would not say more.
The two men went back into the fort where the cooking fires crackled and smoked.