"But whither would you flee?" I demanded."Can I not flee to the land of the Moors," replied Balseiro, "or to the English in the camp of Gibraltar; or, if I prefer it, cannot I return to this foro (CITY), and live as I have hitherto done, choring the gachos (ROBBING THE NATIVES); what is to hinder me? Madrid is large, and Balseiro has plenty of friends, especially among the lumias (WOMEN)," he added with a smile.I spoke to him of his ill-fated accomplice Candelas; whereupon his face assumed a horrible expression."I hope he is in torment," exclaimed the robber.The friendship of the unrighteous is never of long duration; the two worthies had it seems quarrelled in prison;Candelas having accused the other of bad faith and an undue appropriation to his own use of the CORPUS DELICTI in various robberies which they had committed in company.
I cannot refrain from relating the subsequent history of this Balseiro.Shortly after my own liberation, too impatient to wait until the presidio should afford him a chance of regaining his liberty, he in company with some other convicts broke through the roof of the prison and escaped.He instantly resumed his former habits, committing several daring robberies, both within and without the walls of Madrid.I now come to his last, I may call it his master crime, a singular piece of atrocious villainy.Dissatisfied with the proceeds of street robbery and house-breaking, he determined upon a bold stroke, by which he hoped to acquire money sufficient to support him in some foreign land in luxury and splendour.
There was a certain comptroller of the queen's household, by name Gabiria, a Basque by birth, and a man of immense possessions: this individual had two sons, handsome boys, between twelve and fourteen years of age, whom I had frequently seen, and indeed conversed with, in my walks on the bank of the Manzanares, which was their favourite promenade.These children, at the time of which I am speaking, were receiving their education at a certain seminary in Madrid.Balseiro, being well acquainted with the father's affection for his children, determined to make it subservient to his own rapacity.He formed a plan which was neither more nor less than to steal the children, and not to restore them to their parent until he had received an enormous ransom.This plan was partly carried into execution: two associates of Balseiro well dressed drove up to the door of the seminary, where the children were, and, by means of a forged letter, purporting to be written by the father, induced the school-master to permit the boys to accompany them for a country jaunt, as they pretended.About five leagues from Madrid, Balseiro had a cave in a wild unfrequented spot between the Escurial and a village called Torre Lodones: to this cave the children were conducted, where they remained in durance under the custody of the two accomplices; Balseiro in the meantime remaining in Madrid for the purpose of conducting negotiations with the father.The father, however, was a man of considerable energy, and instead of acceding to the terms of the ruffian, communicated in a letter, instantly took the most vigorous measures for the recovery of his children.Horse and foot were sent out to scour the country, and in less than a week the children were found near the cave, having been abandoned by their keepers, who had taken fright on hearing of the decided measures which had been resorted to; they were, however, speedily arrested and identified by the boys as their ravishers.Balseiro perceiving that Madrid was becoming too hot to hold him, attempted to escape, but whether to the camp of Gibraltar or to the land of the Moor, I know not; he was recognized, however, at a village in the neighbourhood of Madrid, and being apprehended, was forthwith conducted to the capital, where he shortly after terminated his existence on the scaffold, with his two associates; Gabiria and his children being present at the ghastly scene, which they surveyed from a chariot at their ease.
Such was the end of Balseiro, of whom I should certainly not have said so much, but for the affair of the crabbed Gitano.Poor wretch! he acquired that species of immortality which is the object of the aspirations of many a Spanish thief, whilst vapouring about in the patio, dressed in the snowy linen; the rape of the children of Gabiria made him at once the pet of the fraternity.A celebrated robber, with whom I was subsequently imprisoned at Seville, spoke his eulogy in the following manner.-"Balseiro was a very good subject, and an honest man.He was the head of our family, Don Jorge; we shall never see his like again; pity that he did not sack the parne (MONEY), and escape to the camp of the Moor, Don Jorge."
