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9. Foreword
The long-range goal of molecular approaches to biology is to describe living systems in
terms of chemistry and physics. Over the last 70 years great progress has been made in
applying the quantum mechanical equations representing the underlying physical laws to
chemical problems involving the structures and reactions of small molecules. This work
was recognized in the awarding of the Nobel Prize in Chemistry to Walter Kohn and John
Pople in 1998. Computational studies of mesoscopic systems of biological interest have
been attempted only more recently. Classical mechanics is adequate for describing most
of the properties of these systems, and the molecular dynamics simulation method is the
most important theoretical approach used in such studies. The first molecular dynamics
simulation of a protein, the bovine pancreatic trypsin inhibitor (BPTI), was published
more than 20 years ago [1]. Although the simulation was ‘‘crude’’ by present standards,
it was important because it introduced an important conceptual change in our view of
biomolecules. The classic view of biopolymers, like proteins and nucleic acids, had been
static in character. The remarkable detail evident in the protein crystal structures available
at that time led to an image of ‘‘rigid’’ biomolecules with every atom fixed in place [2].
The molecular dynamics simulation of BPTI was instrumental in changing the static view
of the structure of biomolecules to a dynamic picture. It is now recognized that the atoms
of which biopolymers are composed are in a state of constant motion at ordinary tempera-
tures. The X-ray structure of a protein provides the average atomic positions, but the atoms
exhibit fluidlike motions of sizable amplitudes about these averages. The new understand-
ing of protein dynamics subsumed the static picture in that the average positions are still
useful for the discussion of many aspects of biomolecule function in the language of
structural chemistry. The recognition of the importance of fluctuations opened the way
for more sophisticated and accurate interpretations of functional properties.
In the intervening years, molecular dynamics simulations of biomolecules have un-
dergone an explosive development and been applied to a wide range of problems [3,4].
Two attributes of molecular dynamics simulations have played an essential role in their
increasing use. The first is that simulations provide individual particle motions as a func-
tion of time so they can answer detailed questions about the properties of a system, often
more easily than experiments. For many aspects of biomolecule function, it is these details
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that are of interest (e.g., by what pathways does oxygen get into and exit the heme pocket
in myoglobin? How does the conformational change that triggers activity of ras p21 take
place?). The second attribute is that, although the potential used in the simulations is
approximate, it is completely under the user’s control, so that by removing or altering
specific contributions to the potential, their role in determining a given property can be
examined. This is most graphically demonstrated in the calculation of free energy differ-
ences by ‘‘computer alchemy’’ in which the potential is transmuted reversibly from that
representing one system to another during a simulation [5].
There are three types of applications of molecular dynamics simulation methods in
the study of macromolecules of biological interest, as in other areas that use such simula-
tions. The first uses the simulation simply as a means of sampling configuration space.
This is involved in the utilization of molecular dynamics, often with simulated annealing
protocols, to determine or refine structures with data obtained from experiments, such as
X-ray diffraction. The second uses simulations to determine equilibrium averages, includ-
ing structural and motional properties (e.g., atomic mean-square fluctuation amplitudes)
and the thermodynamics of the system. For such applications, it is necessary that the
simulations adequately sample configuration space, as in the first application, with the
additional condition that each point be weighted by the appropriate Boltzmann factor. The
third area employs simulations to examine the actual dynamics. Here not only is adequate
sampling of configuration space with appropriate Boltzmann weighting required, but it
must be done so as to properly represent the time development of the system. For the first
two areas, Monte Carlo simulations, as well as molecular dynamics, can be utilized. By
contrast, in the third area where the motions and their development are of interest, only
molecular dynamics can provide the necessary information. The three types of applica-
tions, all of which are considered in the present volume, make increasing demands on the
simulation methodology in terms of the accuracy that is required.
In the early years of molecular dynamics simulations of biomolecules, almost all
scientists working in the field received specialized training (as graduate students and/or
postdoctoral fellows) that provided a detailed understanding of the power and limitations
of the approach. Now that the methodology is becoming more accessible (in terms of
ease of application of generally distributed programs and the availability of the required
computational resources) and better validated (in terms of published results), many people
are beginning to use simulation technology without training in the area. Molecular dynam-
ics simulations are becoming part of the ‘‘tool kit’’ used by everyone, even experimental-
ists, who wish to obtain an understanding of the structure and function of biomolecules.
To be able to do this effectively, a person must have access to sources from which he or
she can obtain the background required for meaningful applications of the simulation
methodology. This volume has an important role to play in the transition of the field
from one limited to specialists (although they will continue to be needed to improve the
methodology and extend its applicability) to the mainstream of molecular biology. The
emphasis on an in-depth description of the computational methodology will make the
volume useful as an introduction to the field for many people who are doing simulations
for the first time. They will find it helpful also to look at two earlier volumes on macro-
molecular simulations [3,4], as well as the classic general text on molecular dynamics
[6]. Equally important in the volume is the connection made with X-ray, neutron scatter-
ing, and nuclear magnetic resonance experiments, areas in which molecular dynamics
simulations are playing an essential role. A number of well-chosen ‘‘special topics’’ in-
volving applications of simulation methods are described. Also, several chapters broaden
11. Foreword v
the perspective of the book by introducing approaches other than molecular dynamics for
modeling proteins and their interactions. They make the connection with what many peo-
ple regard—mistakenly, in my view—as ‘‘computational biology.’’ Certainly with the
announced completion of a description of the human genome in a coarse-grained sense,
the part of computational biology concerned with the prediction of the structure and func-
tion of gene products from a knowledge of the polypeptide sequence is an important
endeavor. However, equally important, and probably more so in the long run, is the bio-
physical aspect of computational biology. The first set of Investigators in Computational
Biology chosen this year demonstrates that the Howard Hughes Foundation recognized
the importance of such biophysical studies to which this volume serves as an excellent
introduction.
I am very pleased to have been given the opportunity to contribute a Foreword to
this very useful book. It is a particular pleasure for me to do so because all the editors
and fifteen of the authors are alumni of my research group at Harvard, where molecular
dynamics simulations of biomolecules originated.
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1. JA McCammon, BR Gelin, and M Karplus. Nature 267:585, 1977.
2. DC Phillips. In: RH Sarma, ed. Biomolecular Stereodynamics, II. Guilderland, New York: Ade-
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3. JA McCammon and S Harvey. Dynamics of Proteins and Nucleic Acids. Cambridge: Cambridge
University Press, 1987.
4. CL Brooks III, M Karplus, and BM Pettitt. Proteins: A Theoretical Perspective of Dynamics,
Structure, and Thermodynamics. New York: John Wiley & Sons, 1988.
5. For an early example, see J Gao, K Kuczera, B Tidor, and M Karplus. Science 244:1069–1072,
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Martin Karplus
Laboratoire de chimie Biophysique, ISIS
Université Louis Pasteur
Strasbourg, France
and
Department of Chemistry and Chemical Biology
Harvard University
Cambridge, Massachusetts
13. Preface
The first dynamical simulation of a protein based on a detailed atomic model was reported
in 1977. Since then, the uses of various theoretical and computational approaches have
contributed tremendously to our understanding of complex biomolecular systems such
as proteins, nucleic acids, and bilayer membranes. By providing detailed information on
biomolecular systems that is often experimentally inaccessible, computational approaches
based on detailed atomic models can help in the current efforts to understand the relation-
ship of the structure of biomolecules to their function. For that reason, they are now
considered to be an integrated and essential component of research in modern biology,
biochemistry, and biophysics.
A number of books and journal articles reviewing computational methods relevant
to biophysical problems have been published in the last decade. Two of the most popular
texts, however, were published more than ten years ago: those of McCammon and Harvey
in 1987 and Brooks, Karplus, and Pettitt in 1988. There has been significant progress in
theoretical and computational methodologies since the publication of these books. There-
fore, we feel that there is a need for an updated, comprehensive text including the most
recent developments and applications in the field.
In recent years the significant increase in computer power along with the implemen-
tation of a wide range of theoretical methods into sophisticated simulation programs have
greatly expanded the applicability of computational approaches to biological systems. The
expansion is such that interesting applications to important and complex biomolecular
systems are now often carried out by researchers with no special training in computational
methodologies. To successfully apply computational approaches to their systems of inter-
est, these ‘‘nonspecialists’’ must make several important choices about the proper methods
and techniques for the particular question that they are trying to address. We believe that
a good understanding of the theory behind the myriad of computational methods and
techniques can help in this process. Therefore, one of this book’s aims is to provide readers
with the required background to properly design and implement computational investiga-
tions of biomolecular systems. In addition, the book provides the needed information for
calculating and interpreting experimentally observed properties on the basis of the results
generated by computer simulations.
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This book is organized so that nonspecialists as well as more advanced users can
benefit. It can serve as both an introductory text to computational biology, making it useful
for students, and a reference source for active researchers in the field. We have tried
to compile a comprehensive but reasonably concise review of relevant theoretical and
computational methods that is self-contained. Therefore, the chapters, particularly in Part
I, are ordered so that the reader can easily follow from one topic to the next and be
systematically introduced to the theoretical methods used in computational studies of bio-
molecular systems. The remainder of the book is designed so that the individual parts as
well as their chapters can be read independently. Additional technical details can be found
in the references listed in each chapter. Thus the book may also serve as a useful reference
for both theoreticians and experimentalists in all areas of biophysics and biochemical
research.
This volume thus presents a current and comprehensive account of computational
methods and their application to biological macromolecules. We hope that it will serve
as a useful tool to guide future investigations of proteins, nucleic acids, and biological
membranes, so that the mysteries of biological molecules can continue to be revealed.
We are grateful to the many colleagues we have worked with, collaborated with,
and grown with over the course of our research careers. The multidimensionality of those
interactions has allowed us to grow in many facets of our lives. Special thanks to Professor
Martin Karplus for contributing the Foreword of this book and, most important, for supply-
ing the insights, knowledge, and environment that laid the foundation for our scientific
pursuits in computational biochemistry and biophysics and led directly to the creation of
this book. Finally, we wish to acknowledge the support of all our friends and family.
Oren M. Becker
Alexander D. MacKerell, Jr.
Benoı̂t Roux
Masakatsu Watanabe
15. Contents
Foreword Martin Karplus iii
Preface vii
Contributors xi
Part I Computational Methods
1. Introduction 1
Oren M. Becker, Alexander D. MacKerell, Jr., Benoı̂t Roux, and
Masakatsu Watanabe
2. Atomistic Models and Force Fields 7
Alexander D. MacKerell, Jr.
3. Dynamics Methods 39
Oren M. Becker and Masakatsu Watanabe
4. Conformational Analysis 69
Oren M. Becker
5. Treatment of Long-Range Forces and Potential 91
Thomas A. Darden
6. Internal Coordinate Simulation Method 115
Alexey K. Mazur
7. Implicit Solvent Models 133
Benoı̂t Roux
8. Normal Mode Analysis of Biological Molecules 153
Steven Hayward
9. Free Energy Calculations 169
Thomas Simonson
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10. Reaction Rates and Transition Pathways 199
John E. Straub
11. Computer Simulation of Biochemical Reactions with QM–MM Methods 221
Paul D. Lyne and Owen A. Walsh
Part II Experimental Data Analysis
12. X-Ray and Neutron Scattering as Probes of the Dynamics of
Biological Molecules 237
Jeremy C. Smith
13. Applications of Molecular Modeling in NMR Structure Determination 253
Michael Nilges
Part III Modeling and Design
14. Comparative Protein Structure Modeling 275
András Fiser, Roberto Sánchez, Francisco Melo, and Andrej Šali
15. Bayesian Statistics in Molecular and Structural Biology 313
Roland L. Dunbrack, Jr.
16. Computer Aided Drug Design 351
Alexander Tropsha and Weifan Zheng
Part IV Advanced Applications
17. Protein Folding: Computational Approaches 371
Oren M. Becker
18. Simulations of Electron Transfer Proteins 393
Toshiko Ichiye
19. The RISM-SCF/MCSCF Approach for Chemical Processes in Solutions 417
Fumio Hirata, Hirofumi Sato, Seiichiro Ten-no, and Shigeki Kato
20. Nucleic Acid Simulations 441
Alexander D. MacKerell, Jr. and Lennart Nilsson
21. Membrane Simulations 465
Douglas J. Tobias
Appendix: Useful Internet Resources 497
Index 503
17. Contributors
Oren M. Becker Department of Chemical Physics, School of Chemistry, Tel Aviv Uni-
versity, Tel Aviv, Israel
Thomas A. Darden Laboratory of Structural Biology, National Institute of Environ-
mental Health Sciences, National Institutes of Health, Research Triangle Park, North
Carolina
Roland L. Dunbrack, Jr. Institute for Cancer Research, Fox Chase Cancer Center,
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
András Fiser Laboratories of Molecular Biophysics, The Rockefeller University, New
York, New York
Steven Hayward School of Information Systems, University of East Anglia, Norwich,
England
Fumio Hirata Department of Theoretical Study, Institute for Molecular Science, Oka-
zaki National Research Institutes, Okazaki, Japan
Toshiko Ichiye School of Molecular Biosciences, Washington State University, Pull-
man, Washington
Shigeki Kato Department of Chemistry, Kyoto University, Kyoto, Japan
Paul D. Lyne Computer Aided Drug Design, Biogen, Inc., Cambridge, Massachusetts
Alexander D. MacKerell, Jr. School of Pharmacy, University of Maryland, Baltimore,
Maryland
Alexey K. Mazur Institut de Biologie Physico-Chimique, CNRS, Paris, France
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18. xii Contributors
Francisco Melo Laboratories of Molecular Biophysics, The Rockefeller University,
New York, New York
Michael Nilges Structural and Computational Biology Program, European Molecular
Biology Laboratory, Heidelberg, Germany
Lennart Nilsson Department of Biosciences at NOVUM, Karolinska Institutet, Hud-
dinge, Sweden
Benoı̂t Roux Department of Biochemistry and Structural Biology, Weill Medical Col-
lege of Cornell University, New York, New York
Andrej Šali Laboratories of Molecular Biophysics, The Rockefeller University, New
York, New York
Roberto Sánchez Laboratories of Molecular Biophysics, The Rockefeller University,
New York, New York
Hirofumi Sato Department of Theoretical Study, Institute for Molecular Science, Oka-
zaki National Research Institutes, Okazaki, Japan
Thomas Simonson Laboratory for Structural Biology and Genomics, Centre National
de la Recherche Scientifique, Strasbourg, France
Jeremy C. Smith Lehrstuhl für Biocomputing, Interdisziplinäres Zentrum für Wissen-
schaftliches Rechnen der Universität Heidelberg, Heidelberg, Germany
John E. Straub Department of Chemistry, Boston University, Boston, Massachusetts
Seiichiro Ten-no Graduate School of Information Science, Nagoya University, Nagoya,
Japan
Douglas J. Tobias Department of Chemistry, University of California at Irvine, Irvine,
California
Alexander Tropsha Laboratory for Molecular Modeling, University of North Carolina
at Chapel Hill, Chapel Hill, North Carolina
Owen A. Walsh Physical and Theoretical Chemistry Laboratory, Oxford University,
Oxford, England
Masakatsu Watanabe* Moldyn, Inc., Cambridge, Massachusetts
Weifan Zheng Laboratory for Molecular Modeling, University of North Carolina at
Chapel Hill, Chapel Hill, North Carolina
* Current affiliation: Wavefunction, Inc., Irvine, California.
19. 1
Introduction
Oren M. Becker
Tel Aviv University, Tel Aviv, Israel
Alexander D. MacKerell, Jr.
University of Maryland, Baltimore, Maryland
Benoı̂t Roux
Weill Medical College of Cornell University, New York, New York
Masakatsu Watanabe*
Moldyn, Inc., Cambridge, Massachusetts
I. INTRODUCTION
The first hints of the chemical basis of life were noted approximately 150 years ago.
Leading up to this initial awareness were a series of insights that living organisms comprise
a hierarchy of structures: organs, which are composed of individual cells, which are them-
selves formed of organelles of different chemical compositions, and so on. From this
realization and the observation that nonviable extracts from organisms such as yeast could
by themselves catalyze chemical reactions, it became clear that life itself was the result
of a complex combination of individual chemicals and chemical reactions. These advances
stimulated investigations into the nature of the molecules responsible for biochemical
reactions, culminating in the discovery of the genetic code and the molecular structure of
deoxyribonucleic acid (DNA) in the early 1950s by Watson and Crick [1]. One of the
most fascinating aspects of their discovery was that an understanding of the mechanism
by which the genetic code functioned could not be achieved until knowledge of the three-
dimensional (3D) structure of DNA was attained. The discovery of the structure of DNA
and its relationship to DNA function had a tremendous impact on all subsequent biochemi-
cal investigations, basically defining the paradigm of modern biochemistry and molecular
biology. This established the primary importance of molecular structure for an understand-
ing of the function of biological molecules and the need to investigate the relationship
between structure and function in order to advance our understanding of the fundamental
processes of life.
As the molecular structure of DNA was being elucidated, scientists made significant
contributions to revealing the structures of proteins and enzymes. Sanger [2] resolved the
* Current affiliation: Wavefunction, Inc., Irvine, California.
1
20. 2 Becker et al.
primary sequence of insulin in 1953, followed by that of an enzyme, ribonuclease A, 10
years later. The late 1950s saw the first high resolution 3D structures of proteins, myoglo-
bin and hemoglobin, as determined by Kendrew et al. [3] and Perutz et al. [4], respectively,
followed by the first 3D structure of an enzyme, lysozyme, by Phillips and coworkers [5]
in 1965. Since then, the structures of a very large number of proteins and other biological
molecules have been determined. There are currently over 10,000 3D structures of proteins
available [6] along with several hundred DNA and RNA structures [7] and a number of
protein–nucleic acid complexes.
Prior to the elucidation of the 3D structure of proteins via experimental methods,
theoretical approaches made significant inroads toward understanding protein structure. One
of the most significant contributions was made by Pauling and Corey [8] in 1951, when
they predicted the existence of the main elements of secondary structure in proteins, the
α-helix and β-sheet. Their prediction was soon confirmed by Perutz [9], who made the
first glimpse of the secondary structure at low resolution. This landmark work by Pauling
and Corey marked the dawn of theoretical studies of biomolecules. It was followed by
prediction of the allowed conformations of amino acids, the basic building block of proteins,
in 1963 by Ramachandran et al. [10]. This work, which was based on simple hard-sphere
models, indicated the potential of computational approaches as tools for understanding the
atomic details of biomolecules. Energy minimization algorithms with an explicit potential
energy function followed readily to assist in the refinement of model structures of peptides
by Scheraga [11] and of crystal structures of proteins by Levitt and Lifson [12].
The availability of the first protein structures determined by X-ray crystallography
led to the initial view that these molecules were very rigid, an idea consistent with the
lock-and-key model of enzyme catalysis. Detailed analysis of protein structures, however,
indicated that proteins had to be flexible in order to perform their biological functions.
For example, in the case of myoglobin and hemoglobin, there is no path for the escape
of O2 from the heme-binding pocket in the crystal structure; the protein must change
structure in order for the O2 to be released. This and other realizations lead to a rethinking
of the properties of proteins, which resulted in a more dynamic picture of protein structure.
Experimental methods have been developed to investigate the dynamic properties of pro-
teins; however, the information content from these studies is generally isotropic in nature,
affording little insight into the atomic details of these fluctuations [13]. Atomic resolution
information on the dynamics of proteins as well as other biomolecules and the relationship
of dynamics to function is an area where computational studies can extend our knowledge
beyond what is accessible to experimentalists.
The first detailed microscopic view of atomic motions in a protein was provided in
1977 via a molecular dynamics (MD) simulation of bovine pancreatic trypsin inhibitor
by McCammon et al. [14]. This work, marking the beginning of modern computational
biochemistry and biophysics, has been followed by a large number of theoretical investiga-
tions of many complex biomolecular systems. It is this large body of work, including the
numerous methodological advances in computational studies of biomolecules over the last
decade, that largely motivated the production of the present book.
II. OVERVIEW OF COMPUTATIONAL BIOCHEMISTRY
AND BIOPHYSICS
Although the dynamic nature of biological molecules has been well accepted for over
20 years, the extent of that flexibility, as manifested in the large structural changes that
21. Introduction 3
biomolecules can undergo, has recently become clearer due to the availability of experi-
mentally determined structures of the same biological molecules in different environments.
For example, the enzyme triosephosphate isomerase contains an 11 amino acid residue
loop that moves by more than 7 Å following the binding of substrate, leading to a catalyti-
cally competent structure [15,16]. In the enzyme cytosine-5-methyltransferase, a loop con-
taining one of the catalytically essential residues undergoes a large conformational change
upon formation of the DNA–coenzyme–protein complex, leading to some residues chang-
ing position by over 20 Å [17]. DNA, typically envisioned in the canonical B form [18],
has been shown to undergo significant distortions upon binding to proteins. Bending of
90° has been seen in the CAP–DNA complex [19], and binding of the TATA box binding
protein to the TATAAAA consensus sequence leads to the DNA assuming a unique con-
formation referred to as the TA form [20]. Even though experimental studies can reveal
the end points associated with these conformational transitions, these methods typically
cannot access structural details of the pathway between the end points. Such information
is directly accessible via computational approaches.
Computational approaches can be used to investigate the energetics associated with
changes in both conformation and chemical structure. An example is afforded by the
conformational transitions discussed in the preceding paragraph. Conformational free en-
ergy differences and barriers can be calculated and then directly compared with experimen-
tal results. Overviews of these methods are included in Chapters 9 and 10. Recent advances
in techniques that combine quantum mechanical (QM) approaches with molecular me-
chanics (MM) now allow for a detailed understanding of processes involving bond break-
ing and bond making and how enzymes can accelerate those reactions. Chapter 11 gives
a detailed overview of the implementation and current status of QM/MM methods. The
ability of computational biochemistry to reveal the microscopic events controlling reaction
rates and equilibrium at the atomic level is one of its greatest strengths.
Biological membranes provide the essential barrier between cells and the organelles
of which cells are composed. Cellular membranes are complicated extensive biomolecular
sheetlike structures, mostly formed by lipid molecules held together by cooperative nonco-
valent interactions. A membrane is not a static structure, but rather a complex dynamical
two-dimensional liquid crystalline fluid mosaic of oriented proteins and lipids. A number
of experimental approaches can be used to investigate and characterize biological mem-
branes. However, the complexity of membranes is such that experimental data remain
very difficult to interpret at the microscopic level. In recent years, computational studies
of membranes based on detailed atomic models, as summarized in Chapter 21, have greatly
increased the ability to interpret experimental data, yielding a much-improved picture of
the structure and dynamics of lipid bilayers and the relationship of those properties to
membrane function [21].
Computational approaches are now being used to facilitate the experimental determi-
nation of macromolecular structures by aiding in structural refinement based on either
nuclear magnetic resonance (NMR) or X-ray data. The current status of the application
of computational methods to the determination of biomolecular structure and dynamics
is presented in Chapters 12 and 13. Computational approaches can also be applied in
situations where experimentally determined structures are not available. With the rapid
advances in gene technology, including the human genome project, the ability of computa-
tional approaches to accurately predict 3D structures based on primary sequence represents
an area that is expected to have a significant impact. Prediction of the 3D structures of
proteins can be performed via homology modeling or threading methods; various ap-
proaches to this problem are presented in Chapters 14 and 15. Related to this is the area
22. 4 Becker et al.
of protein folding. As has been known since the seminal experimental refolding studies
of ribonuclease A in the 1950s, the primary structure of many proteins dictates their 3D
structure [22]. Accordingly, it should be possible ‘‘in principle’’ to compute the 3D struc-
ture of many proteins based on knowledge of just their primary sequences. Although this
has yet to be achieved on a wide scale, considerable efforts are being made to attain this
goal, as overviewed in Chapter 17.
Drug design and development is another area of research where computational bio-
chemistry and biophysics are having an ever-increasing impact. Computational approaches
can be used to aid in the refinement of drug candidates, systematically changing a drug’s
structure to improve its pharmacological properties, as well as in the identification of novel
lead compounds. The latter can be performed via the identification of compounds with a
high potential for activity from available databases of chemical compounds or via de novo
drug design approaches, which build totally novel ligands into the binding sites of target
molecules. Techniques used for these types of studies are presented in Chapter 16. In
addition to aiding in the design of compounds that target specific molecules, computational
approaches offer the possibility of being able to improve the ability of drugs to access their
targets in the body. These gains will be made through an understanding of the energetics
associated with the crossing of lipid membranes and using the information to rationally
enhance drug absorption rates. As evidenced by the recent contribution of computational
approaches in the development of inhibitors of the HIV protease, many of which are
currently on the market, it can be expected that these methods will continue to have an
increasing role in drug design and development.
Clearly, computational and theoretical studies of biological molecules have ad-
vanced significantly in recent years and will progress rapidly in the future. These advances
have been partially fueled by the ever-increasing number of available structures of pro-
teins, nucleic acids, and carbohydrates, but at the same time significant methodological
improvements have been made in the area of physics relevant to biological molecules.
These advances have allowed for computational studies of biochemical processes to be
performed with greater accuracy and under conditions that allow for direct comparison
with experimental studies. Examples include improved force fields, treatment of long-
range atom–atom interactions, and a variety of algorithmic advances, as covered in Chap-
ters 2 through 8. The combination of these advances with the exponential increases in
computational resources has greatly extended and will continue to expand the applicability
of computational approaches to biomolecules.
III. SCOPE OF THE BOOK
The overall scope of this book is the implementation and application of available theoreti-
cal and computational methods toward understanding the structure, dynamics, and function
of biological molecules, namely proteins, nucleic acids, carbohydrates, and membranes.
The large number of computational tools already available in computational chemistry
preclude covering all topics, as Schleyer et al. are doing in The Encyclopedia of Computa-
tional Chemistry [23]. Instead, we have attempted to create a book that covers currently
available theoretical methods applicable to biomolecular research along with the appro-
priate computational applications. We have designed it to focus on the area of biomolecu-
lar computations with emphasis on the special requirements associated with the treatment
of macromolecules.
23. Introduction 5
Part I provides an introduction to the field of computational biochemistry and bio-
physics for nonspecialists, with the later chapters in Part I presenting more advanced
techniques that will be of interest to both the nonspecialist and the more advanced reader.
Part II presents approaches to extract information from computational studies for the inter-
pretation of experimental data. Part III focuses on methods for modeling and designing
molecules. Chapters 14 and 15 are devoted to the determination and modeling of protein
structures based on limited available experimental information such as primary sequence.
Chapter 16 discusses the recent developments in computer-aided drug designs. The algo-
rithms presented in Part III will see expanding use as the fields of genomics and bioinfor-
matics continue to evolve. The final section, Part IV, presents a collection of overviews
of various state-of-the-art theoretical methods and applications in specific areas relevant
to biomolecules: protein folding (Chapter 17), protein simulation (Chapter 18), chemical
process in solution (Chapter 19), nucleic acids simulation (Chapter 20), and membrane
simulation (Chapter 21).
In combination, the book should serve as a useful reference for both theoreticians
and experimentalists in all areas of biophysical and biochemical research. Its content repre-
sents progress made over the last decade in the area of computational biochemistry and
biophysics. Books by Brooks et al. [24] and McCammon and Harvey [25] are recom-
mended for an overview of earlier developments in the field. Although efforts have been
made to include the most recent advances in the field along with the underlying fundamen-
tal concepts, it is to be expected that further advances will be made even as this book is
being published. To help the reader keep abreast of these advances, we present a list of
useful WWW sites in the Appendix.
IV. TOWARD A NEW ERA
The 1998 Nobel Prize in Chemistry was given to John A. Pople and Walter Kohn for
their work in the area of quantum chemistry, signifying the widespread acceptance of
computation as a valid tool for investigating chemical phenomena. With its extension to
bimolecular systems, the range of possible applications of computational chemistry was
greatly expanded. Though still a relatively young field, computational biochemistry and
biophysics is now pervasive in all aspects of the biological sciences. These methods have
aided in the interpretation of experimental data, and will continue to do so, allowing for
the more rational design of new experiments, thereby facilitating investigations in the
biological sciences. Computational methods will also allow access to information beyond
that obtainable via experimental techniques. Indeed, computer-based approaches for the
study of virtually any chemical or biological phenomena may represent the most powerful
tool now available to scientists, allowing for studies at an unprecedented level of detail.
It is our hope that the present book will help expand the accessibility of computational
approaches to the vast community of scientists investigating biological systems.
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25. 2
Atomistic Models and Force Fields
Alexander D. MacKerell, Jr.
University of Maryland, Baltimore, Maryland
I. INTRODUCTION
Central to the success of any computational approach to the study of chemical systems
is the quality of the mathematical model used to calculate the energy of the system as a
function of its structure. For smaller chemical systems studied in the gas phase, quantum
mechanical (QM) approaches are appropriate. The success of these methods was empha-
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prize in chemistry. These methods, however, are typically limited to systems of approxi-
mately 100 atoms or less, although approaches to treat large systems are under develop-
ment [1]. Systems of biochemical or biophysical interest typically involve macromolecules
that contain 1000–5000 or more atoms plus their condensed phase environment. This can
lead to biochemical systems containing 20,000 atoms or more. In addition, the inherent
dynamical nature of biochemicals and the mobility of their environments [2,3] require
that large number of conformations, generated via various methods (see Chapters 3, 4, 6,
and 10), be subjected to energy calculations. Thus, an energy function is required that
allows for 106
or more energy calculations on systems containing on the order of 105
atoms.
Empirical energy functions can fulfill the demands required by computational stud-
ies of biochemical and biophysical systems. The mathematical equations in empirical en-
ergy functions include relatively simple terms to describe the physical interactions that
dictate the structure and dynamic properties of biological molecules. In addition, empirical
force fields use atomistic models, in which atoms are the smallest particles in the system
rather than the electrons and nuclei used in quantum mechanics. These two simplifications
allow for the computational speed required to perform the required number of energy
calculations on biomolecules in their environments to be attained, and, more important,
via the use of properly optimized parameters in the mathematical models the required
chemical accuracy can be achieved. The use of empirical energy functions was initially
applied to small organic molecules, where it was referred to as molecular mechanics [4],
and more recently to biological systems [2,3].
7
27. and then the motion of her lips. His heart beat wildly; they formed
the refrain of a popular song,—
“Adios, my dearest love!”
Pepé reached the court quite dizzy. Ashley Ward and Captain Ruiz
were both waiting for him. His excitement had reached a crisis. He
seized Ruiz by the arm. “If you would please her,” he hissed in his
ear, “find Ramirez, and let him, and not Gonzales, lead the troops.”
“You are drunk!” answered Ruiz; yet he clutched the youth by the
arm, and led him into his room.
Pepé came to his senses with the shock as he sank upon a stone
bench against the cold, hard wall. Presently he gave a brief account
of Chinita’s desires and reasons. Ruiz listened without a smile.
Childish and unprincipled as they were, they were not more so than
scores he had heard discussed in the course of the years of anarchy
in which he had entered upon manhood. Find Ramirez, pledge him
to the Liberal cause, leave it to him to gain such an ascendency over
the troops that they would themselves proclaim him their leader! It
was an easy task. It set him thinking, and Pepé slunk away to hope,
to doubt, to despair, to hope again.
“Adios, my dearest love!”—
just the refrain of a song, yet it pursued and bewildered him. For
less, stronger men than Pepé the ranchero have committed
unimaginable crimes.
The next morning when they met in the court, Captain Ruiz
stopped Pepé. “Tell her her wishes are law to me!” he said. “If she
but love me, I—”
“Caramba!” cried Pepé, savagely. “Am I an old woman or a priest
that I should carry your messages? She love you! she would needs
have been born to lead apes, to love you.” And Pepé flung himself
off in a rage, while the astounded Ruiz gazed after him in open-
mouthed amazement.
28. “By my life, he loves her himself!” he muttered vacantly. “Señor
Don ’Guardo, heard you ever such presumption? The bare-skin
beggar loves the favorite—what shall we say?—niece of Doña
Isabel!”
“Let us say you are both fools!” said Don ’Guardo in good round
English and with a sudden rage, the motive of which was to himself
inexplicable; and the discomfited captain bowed, not doubting that
his own expression of disgust had been echoed.
“Caramba! a woman so beautiful gazed at by every beggar, like an
image of the Virgin of Remedios carried in procession! I swear I will
not forget thee, Pepito, and will keep a close eye on thee, now I
know thou hast been tampered with!” continued Ruiz, hotly. “A word
to the General Gonzales will be enough if he is of my mind!”
That day, in spite of Doña Isabel’s diligence, a pink note found its
way to Chinita. “Good!” she said after reading it, “My General
Ramirez will have the men; the Señor Gonzales will be helped, and
Doña Isabel will do a double good. This is not so bad a subject,—this
Ruiz; and his eyes are as black and large as those of Ramirez
himself. All is well. All things will come right at last. Ah, if only what
Don Rafael told Feliz one night should come true, and the convents
are opened, then—”
She paused. It seemed too utterly impossible even to dream of.
She looked again at her first love-letter; a twinge of remorse seized
her as she thought of Rosario. She laughed, but she tore the paper
into infinitesimal shreds.
What was the writer thinking? “Onward! I have gone too far to
turn back even at the word of Chinita. A promise will gain her love,
but the essential thing is the good-will of Doña Isabel. ‘A pearl is all
the better for a golden setting!’ No treaties then with Ramirez.
Though he is my godfather, I need not his patronage. Doña Isabel, a
straight path, and Juarez! Forward! Ruiz, fortune favors you!”
29. XXX.
A few days later the troops had left Tres Hermanos, and Ashley
Ward stood in the silent graveyard on the mountain side, pushing
back with his foot the loose sand his tread had disturbed, as it
threatened again and again to cover the rude wooden cross upon
which his eyes were fixed. It bore the name of his murdered cousin,
faint yet distinct, preserved by the sand, for the wind had soon
prostrated it after Chinita’s shallow replanting. The words seemed to
Ashley to call to him aloud from the dust of his kinsman; in the hot
sunshine their spell was as potent as though a ghostly voice had
spoken at midnight. For the first time, something more intense than
the desire to satisfy conscience by proving that he wronged no
rightful heir in entering upon property which would have been John
Ashley’s had he lived, arose in his mind. The absolute reality of his
cousin’s death for the first time seemed to become an overwhelming
conviction; and with it came memories of the young and daring man
whom he had in childhood held in wondering admiration. And as he
stood within sight of the spot where the brilliant young life had
ended in a bloody tragedy, a deep wave of sorrow surged over his
soul, and from its depths, as from the loose sands of the wind-
levelled grave, appeared to rise a cry for vengeance.
Though not till now had Chinita’s charge that he be taken to the
American’s grave been carried out, the message from Doña Isabel,
which Pepé had not failed to deliver, had reached him some days
before, and had been supplemented by a visit from Don Rafael.
Although a certain fascination had inclined Ashley to linger still at
Tres Hermanos, he had so little hope of adding to the information he
had already gained of his cousin’s life,—there seemed so little
30. possibility that the marriage which John Ashley had intimated had
taken place, could ever have been more than a mere sentimental
dedication of the lovers one to the other, in which they deemed
themselves man and wife in the sight of God, but which in the sight
of man was a mere illicit connection, to be condemned or ignored,—
that he had not dared to present himself before the haughty mother
of the one Herlinda whom he suspected to have been the object of
his cousin’s passion, and to insult her with questions or insinuations
that would cast a doubt upon her daughter’s purity and a stain upon
the fame of the house of Garcia, which even the blood of John
Ashley and his own added thereto would be insufficient to wash
away.
The young man had decided then to accept the order of dismissal,
so delicately conveyed in the intimation that by accepting the escort
of the troops as far as they might proceed toward Guanapila, he
would not only reach a point whence in all probability he might in
safety proceed to that city, but that he would thus render a favor to
Doña Isabel, who was minded by the same opportunity to withdraw
from the hacienda,—her presence there being liable to act as a lure
to either party, who might after seizing her person levy a ransom
upon the family which even their large resources would be severely
strained to meet.
Although the fiction was maintained that her assistance of the
Liberal cause was involuntary, it was readily surmised that Doña
Isabel Garcia was in reality seeking to avoid the vengeance of the
Conservatives, while their forces were so demoralized and scattered
that she might hope to reach Guanapila, which was then occupied
by a patriot guard, before the tide of the war should turn and bring
the army of the Church again to the fore en masse,—collected by
the clarion cry of fanaticism, and lavishly rewarded from the hoards
of silver and gold drawn from the vaults into which for generations
had been drained the prosperity and the very life-blood of the
peasantry.
Ashley Ward had been struck with admiration of the woman who
thus dared the dangers of the road,—to which she had been no
stranger. He had felt something of the chivalrous enthusiasm of a
31. knight of old, as he joined the irregular band which by daylight had
gathered upon the sandy plain before the straggling village. The
soldiers had fallen into march with something like order, with Ruiz at
their head,—for once with an anxious face, for he felt that the die
was cast, and that he had raised up for himself an enemy whom it
would be mad temerity to face, and hopeless to attempt to
conciliate. The baggage-mules were driven by the leathern-clad
muleteers, who even thus early had begun their profane adjurations
to the nimble-footed beasts, that listened with quivering ears thrown
back in obstinate surprise at every unwonted silence. The women
who had come from other villages had laughed and chided their
unruly infants, as they arranged and rearranged their baskets of
maize and vegetables upon the panniers of their donkeys, if they
were fortunate enough to possess any, or upon their own shoulders
if they were to walk; and those who were for the first time leaving
their birthplace to follow the fortunes of husband or sweetheart, had
burst into loud lamentations. Ashley had been glad to find these
changed to laughter, however, before they were well past the broken
wall of the reduction-works; which they skirted, entering upon the
bridle-path which led across the hill, where the rough heaps of sand
showed through the scattered cacti, and where, by the rude wooden
crosses, he now for the first time learned lay the village graveyard.
Pepé had ridden sullenly by his side. He had been sent back with a
sharp reprimand from the station he had taken among the mounted
servants who surrounded the carriage of Doña Isabel, Ruiz in petty
tyranny refusing him so honorable a place. A glance from Chinita
had been the deepest reproof of all; and as he pondered upon it,
certain words which she had uttered, and which he had hitherto
forgotten, had come into his mind. As they neared the graveyard his
eye caught Ward’s, and suddenly laying his hand upon the bridle of
the American’s horse, he had muttered,—
“Señor, she thinks I have forgotten all her wishes; but there is not
even one so foolish that I scorn it. Turn aside but for a moment,
Señor,—here where the adobe has fallen, your horse can scramble
through the wall. Follow me, they will not miss us before we can
reach our places again. Caramba! Don Fernando watches me as a
32. cat watches a mouse. Here, Señor,—never mind the women.
Stupids! how they herd their donkeys together, when they might
have the whole hillside to pick their own paths on! Patience! Let us
wait a little, Señor! Ah,” he reflected, as they remained silent and
motionless, “there is the spot. I have never forgotten it since I
followed her through the rushes down there by the stream, and
scratched my face in the tuñas, darting behind them that she should
not see me. I was not half so tired as Chinita was though, when she
sat down to rub sand upon her smarting hands, and fell asleep with
the sun beating upon her head. I wonder if she ever thought it was I
who covered her face with her ragged reboso,—she wears one of
silk now, as clean and soft as a dove’s breast,—or that I lay behind
the big pipes of the flowering organ-plant as she turned over the
fallen cross which her hand struck against, and read the name and
age of the American who had been murdered years before? Who
ever would have thought—for I hated her then if I did follow her, as
she maddens me now with her soft eyes and her mocking smile—
that I should be bringing here the man who perhaps is just the
handsome, woman-maddening demon they say that other was, and
at her will too? Ave Maria Purissima! what God wills the very saints
themselves may not say No to,—much less a poor peasant like Pepé
Ortiz.”
These thoughts, perhaps scarcely in the order in which they are
set down, passed through the mind of Pepé, as lingering until the
straggling procession had passed, he emerged from the shade of
such an organ-plant as had once sheltered him years ago, and
taking his bearings with unerring eyes, beckoned to Ashley,—who
had waited within touch of his hand, and whose heart had begun to
beat suffocatingly, though he knew that it was utterly improbable
that anything more important than the mound that covered the body
of his cousin would meet his eye,—and led the way to the most
wind-swept and desolate portion of that paupers’ acre, and presently
stooping where the ground was sunken rather than heaped, turned
with some effort the half-buried cross, and exposed to Ashley’s view
the name from which his own had been derived.
33. The young man gazed at it in a sort of fascination, actually
spelling the letters over and over. He felt as if a part of himself must
be buried there. His eyes burned; the glaring sunshine leaped and
quivered above the ill-carved letters, distorting and confounding
them. His heart beat violently; every sense but that of hearing
seemed to fail him, and every sound upon the air became a weird,
mysterious voice,—blood crying unto its kindred blood.
This deep emotion fixed the indifferent and wandering eye of
Pepé, who, holding the bridles of the horses, stood near, impatient
to be gone, yet intending to watch out of sight the last stragglers;
for it was with a double purpose he had turned aside to point out
the grave of the American,—first, perhaps, to gratify the seemingly
jesting wish of Chinita; and then to seize the opportunity to turn his
fleet steed into the narrow bridle-path which led to mountain
villages, where he shrewdly suspected Pedro might be found, or at
least be heard of. He had promised to carry the message of Chinita
to Pedro, and would have set forth upon the very night she had
charged him with it, but until mounted by Ruiz’s command had
found it impossible to provide himself with a horse, without which it
was hopeless for him to attempt his quest. To escape the discipline
of the ranks, he had induced Ashley to retain him as his servant,
feeling no scruple at his intended abandonment. As his eye rested
upon the pale and excited countenance of Ashley, Chinita’s words,
with which she had bade him taunt him, flashed into his mind; yet
he forbore to utter them, saying presently in a tone of concern,—
“Let us go now, Señor, it is growing hot. It is almost noon, and
you are faint. Let us ride on, and I will point out the way that you
must take when we have crossed the face of the hill. Then comes a
slight descent, Señor, and upon the little plain that lies between that
and the cañon of the Water-pots will the troop stop for the nooning.
This has been a rapid march. Doña Isabel will feel all the safer when
she is once on the highway. But as for us, Señor, we must part
company. You will find a better servant; I should but ill serve your
grace. You know yourself I am but a stupid fellow, and it is only the
patience of your grace that has been equal to my ignorance.”
34. Ashley heard neither the excuses of Pepé nor his own praises, but
with a gesture at once commanding and entreating the servant to
leave him, said: “Pepé, I had forgotten. There is something which
will keep me still at Tres Hermanos. The Señora Doña Isabel must
pardon me. Go! go to your duty, as I must to mine. God! how could
I have forgotten it? Oh John, John! does time and distance make
men so unnatural? Is it possible I could leave the place where you
were so foully murdered, without knowing why or by whom? Who
killed him, and why was the deadly and secret blow struck? Ah, that
involves the question of the very mystery I came here to fathom,
and which I was turning my back upon; for I am convinced that it is
here, and not by following Doña Isabel Garcia, that it may be solved.
She is too resolute, too astute; nothing is to be forced or beguiled
from her lips! But now that the spell of her presence is removed, I
may learn everything from these people, who with all their cunning
and clannish devotion can surely be influenced by reasons such as I
can give.”
“Who would have guessed the sight of a grave would so stir the
blood?” soliloquized Pepé. “Can it be that Chinita—But no, she was
more in jest than earnest; she always laughed at the niña Chata for
her sorrow for the foreigner.—Well, all must die!” he said aloud.
“Believe me, Señor, after all these years a knife-thrust is a little
matter to inquire into. Caramba! Chinita herself would tell you that
to turn back on a journey because of the dead is an omen of evil;
’twas not for that she would have me show you the grave of your
countryman,—God rest him!”
Ashley looked at him keenly. “Ah,” he said, “it is then no accident
that you have brought me here? God! what a mystery! Pepé, tell
Chinita I know her thoughts, and that I never will rest till I prove
them right or wrong. She is a strange creature, and likely to prove
an enigma to more men than myself. Poor lad, she is not for you to
dream of.”
“I will not see her again till I can tell her that which shall please
her,” said Pepé. “Look you, Señor, she is one who will have the world
turn to suit her.”
35. “A wilful girl,” thought Ashley, with judicial disapproval. “She has
all the craftiness and deceit of the Indian and the pride and passion
of a Spaniard; yet what if I should follow her? No, no! mere
circumstance and conjecture shall not turn me!—Adios, Pepé,” he
said aloud, “and beware! It is Doña Isabel you serve, and not the
young girl who has bewitched you.”
Pepé smiled vaguely; his glance roved over the landscape. “Her
heart is virgin honey in a cup of alabaster!” he murmured. Ashley
was becoming accustomed to the poetic expressions of these
unlettered rancheros, and with some impatience took in his own
hand the bridle-rein of his horse, and reminding Pepé that it was
nearly noon, and that he would be missed should he longer delay,
bade him mount and hasten with messages of excuse to Doña Isabel
for his own sudden return to Tres Hermanos.
With the customary apparent submission of a peasant, Pepé
prepared to obey. He was in fact anxious to set forth as soon as he
could be certain that no straggler was near to mark his movements.
The troops and their followers had disappeared. “The Señor Don
’Guardo should leave this solitary spot on the instant,” he said with
genuine concern; “in these days of revolution, one can never say
what dangerous people may be wandering abroad.”
“I have nothing to fear from them,” answered Ashley, “unless it
should be that they might attempt to rob me of the horse Doña
Isabel has lent me. Well, for its sake, I will be prudent; though in
truth the sight of a ghost in this desolate spot of sunken graves
would seem more probable than that any living being should pass
here. Now, then, good-by, Pepé.”
“Until our next meeting, Señor!” replied Pepé, gravely lifting his
hat. He had attached himself to Ashley, and it seemed to him an evil
omen that they should part at a grave, and he thus attempted to
console himself by the pretence that it was but for a little while. “For
a short time Señor, and God keep you!”
Ashley shook his hand warmly. The ranchero drew his hat over his
eyes, adjusted his serape so that his face was almost hidden, and
dropping into that utterly ungraceful posture into which the skilled
horseman of Mexico relapses when he suffers his steed to take his
36. own way and pace across a wearisome stretch of country, he turned
his horse’s head toward the bridle-path they had left, and slowly
receded from Ashley’s gaze. Once however beyond the crest of the
hill, the rider’s eye brightened, his figure straightened; a distant
sound of voices reached his keen ear,—it was so remote that but for
the rarity of the atmosphere it would have failed to reach him.
Bending his head, he listened intently for a moment; then raising it
he gazed searchingly on every hand, rode for a short distance to the
right, guided his nimble-footed beast down the cleft sides of a deep
ravine and along the dry bottom of a rock-strewn path, which rapid
floods had in some past time cut in their fierce descent from the
steep sides of the frowning mountains, and so gradually gained the
dark and solitary defiles that led directly to those eyries of bandit
mountaineers, who under the guise of shepherds, charcoal-burners,
and goat-herds had been, as Pepé well knew, the chosen comrades
of Pedro Gomez and his mates in the boyhood days of that Don Leon
whose wild deeds were still the theme of many a tale, and like the
story of his death became more mythical with every repetition.
Pepé rode steadily on for hours, picturing to himself his meeting
with Pedro should he find him, or the quiet exultation of Chinita
when she should hear that he had deserted the troops, or of the
return of Don ’Guardo to the hacienda. In his heart he was not
displeased that the American should be separated from Chinita,
though it left her the more completely to the gallant care of Ruiz. He
had comprehended instantly the emotion which had seized upon
Ashley at his kinsman’s grave,—the instinct for revenge. He said to
himself that those Americans, after all, were people of sensibility,
and he felt a certain satisfaction that he had been the instrument of
calling into action a sentiment that did the foreigner so much credit.
Meanwhile the heat of noon passed, and Ashley’s horse stood with
patient dejection in the shadow of the huge cactus to which he had
been tethered, not even taking advantage of the freedom allowed by
the length of the rope, so little temptation to browse was offered by
the sparse and coarse tufts of herbage which struggled into
existence here and there. The time wore on, and an occasional
stamp attested his disapprobation of a master who lay prone upon
37. the ground under a mesquite tree when the sun shone hottest, and
who when the cool breeze of afternoon swept over the silent spot,
stood long and still beside the grave he had not sought, and yet felt
infinite reluctance to leave.
It was a foolish thought, but as he gazed across the broad valley
to the great square of buildings set among the fields, the youth
imagined how indeed the dead man might at times steal forth to
visit again those fertile scenes where he had lived and loved. As he
stood there, Ashley could see the people like pigmies passing in and
out the great gateway, or going from hut to hut in the village. There
was one figure—it seemed that of a woman—which his eye sought
from time to time, as it appeared and disappeared in the corn and
bean fields, and at last came out on the open road that lay between
them and the reduction-works. He was becoming quite fascinated by
its hesitating yet persistent progress, when he was startled by a
sound; and glancing up, he saw a man leaning upon the crumbling
wall and regarding him with a gaze so bewildered, so fixed, that
involuntarily he moved a step toward him.
The stranger started, as if some frightful spell had been broken.
Ashley saw that he crossed himself, and muttered some invocation;
yet that he had not the look of a nervous man or a coward, but
rather of a somnambulist pacing the earth under the impulse of
some horrible dream. The man was not ill-looking,—no, decidedly
not; and though his skin was deeply browned as if from much
exposure, and his cheek bones were prominent, giving his face a
certain cast below the eyes that was plebeian or Indian in character,
the eyes themselves were dilated and brilliant, and the straight nose
and pointed beard gave him the air of a Spanish cavalier, though he
wore the broad sombrero and serape of a common soldier of the
rural order. Perhaps on ordinary occasions even a more practised eye
than that of Ashley Ward would have accepted the stranger for what
he purported to be; but the American with an extraordinary feeling
of repulsion little accounted for by the mere sense of intrusion
caused by the man’s unexpected appearance, at once leaped to the
conclusion that his dress—though he had no appearance of
strangeness in it—was virtually a disguise, and that instead of a
38. soldier of the ranks, the man before him was of no ordinary position
or character.
The new-comer seemed to have risen out of the ground, so
stealthily had he approached. It would have been quite possible for
him, tall as he was, to have skirted the wall without observation
from any one within the enclosure. But undoubtedly he had taken no
precaution in that solitary place, which except at funeral times was
shunned as the haunt of ghosts and ill-omened birds and reptiles,
and thus had come unexpectedly upon the motionless figure of the
tall young man clothed in a plain riding-suit of black, with bright
conspicuous locks at the moment uncovered, and fair-skinned face
of a characteristic American type,—all unremarkable in themselves
but associated in the mind of the observer with one whom he had
seen but twice or thrice, and this on the mad night when the moon
had shone down upon a victim quivering in the death-agony above
which he had exulted.
The two men held each the other’s gaze in silence for a full
minute, both unmindful of the common courtesy usual in such
chance encounters in solitary places. Then recovering from the
superstitious awe which had overpowered him, the Mexican stepped
over the broken wall. Ashley noticed as he did so that heavy silver
spurs were on his heels, and that the fringed sides of his leathern
trousers were stained as though with hard riding, and that, as if
from habit, rather than any purpose of menace, his nervous hand
closed upon the pistol in his scarlet band, as with a few long strides
he reached the spot on which Ashley stood with that air of defiance
which a sudden intrusion upon a solitude however secure naturally
arouses in a man who is neither a coward nor an adept in the self-
command that is perhaps the most perfect substitute for invincible
courage.
“Señor,” said the Mexican, “your pistols are on your saddle. You
are right; this is an evil habit to wear them so readily at one’s side.
Pardon me if in my surprise I assumed an attitude of menace; but
these are troublous times. One scarcely expects to find a cavalier
alone in such a place.” He looked around him with a smile, which did
39. not hinder a quiver of the lip expressing an excitement which his
commonplace words denied.
Ashley regarded the speaker with ever increasing repugnance. It
was true his pistols hung from the saddle, but there was a small
knife in his belt, and his hand wandered to it stealthily as he
answered: “Señor, I make no inquiry why you are here, and on foot,
—which you must acknowledge might well cause some curiosity in
this place; but in all courtesy I trust your errand is a happier one
than mine. Whatever it is, I will not intrude upon it longer than will
suffice to plant this cross.” And with an air of perfect security, yet
with his knife in hand, he bent to the work, which the other
regarded with an almost incredulous gaze,—the preservation of a
grave or its tokens being a sort of sentimentality to which by
tradition and training he was a stranger; and to see it exhibited for
the first time in this God’s acre of laborers, almost sufficed to
dissipate the impression the unexpected encounter had made upon
him. As Ashley quietly pursued his work, the new-comer had an
opportunity to look at him narrowly. After all, this one was like many
another American! Yet there was something in the young man’s
appearance that brought the sweat to the brow of the soldier; he
pushed back his hat, and breathed hard. As he did so, Ashley braced
the cross against his knee. The action brought the letters into clear
and direct view. The eyes of the Mexican rested upon them. He fell
back a step or two in superstitious awe, involuntarily exclaiming:
“Cristo! was he buried here? And who are you?”
Ashley glanced up. There was a revelation to him in the
questioner’s disordered and ashy countenance. He dropped the
cross, sprang over the grave, and seized the stranger by the right
arm. “Who are you who ask?” he cried. “What do you know of the
man who is buried there?”
“My faith! you are a brave man to put such questions!” retorted
the new-comer, wrenching himself free. Ashley had spoken in
English, but the violence of his act had interpreted his words. “Take
your pistols and defend yourself, if you are here for vengeance. Kill
him? Yes; I killed him as I would a dog. Faith, I thought it was his
accursed ghost that had risen to challenge me!”
40. “I am his cousin! Assassin, give me reasons for your deed!” cried
Ashley, furiously, yet with a remembrance that to every criminal
should be allowed some chance of justification.
But the Mexican seemed little inclined to profit by it.
“Reasons!” cried he. “Yes, such reasons as I gave him when I
thrust the knife into his heart.” He raised his pistol and fired. The
shot passed so close to Ashley’s temple that he heard it whiz
through the air. In the same instant the two men clinched. The
horse, which during the controversy had plunged and reared madly,
broke away, and careering over the graves galloped wildly down the
hillside. A fresh horse with its rider at the same instant dashed into
the enclosure, and a voice cried, “For God’s sake my General! what
adventure is this? Mount! mount! there is no time to be lost!”
The combatants at the sound of a third voice had involuntarily
paused. Had the knife in the hand of the American been in that of
the Mexican it would have sheathed itself in his opponent’s heart;
but Ashley, less ready in its use, arrested his hand midway. His
passion half spent, the scarcely healed wound throbbing in his
shoulder, his strength exhausted, he had much ado to keep himself
from staggering.
“A touch of my sabre would finish him,” said the new-comer coolly,
as he reined in his restive horse, and put his hand on the long
weapon swinging from his saddle. But the soldier stopped him.
“No killing in cold blood,” he exclaimed. “’Tis a madman, but his
fury is over. What brings you here, Reyes? Were you not to wait at
the rendezvous?”
“Wait!” he retorted, “this is no time to wait! We are already a day
too late. A thousand men are on the road before us, my General! We
let them pass us this morning as we lingered on the opposite side of
the mountain in the Devil’s gate!”
“And the troops are there still?” cried the other furiously. “Where is
Choolooke? Did you not think to bring me a horse? Back to the
Zahuan, man! We must begin the march this very night. I know
Ruiz; he will yield in a moment at sight of me!”
“Not he!” answered Reyes. “He has a new patroness; Doña Isabel
herself is with him.”
41. “Isabel!” cried the officer with an oath. “Ah, then, Tres Hermanos
is partisan at last! Carrhi! my lady Isabel shall find what she has
begun shall be soon ended!” He put a small silver whistle to his lips
and blew a shrill blast, which was answered by a neigh. A black
horse lifted its head and looked over the wall with a gaze of almost
human intelligence.
“He followed me at a word,” exclaimed Reyes, “and stood by the
wall like a statue when I bade him. Never was there such another
horse as your black Choolooke, my General. Even the stampede of
that unbroken brute that was tethered here could not startle him.”
“Ay, I discipline horses better than I do men,—eh, Choolooke?”
The horse with its jingling accoutrements had cantered into the
enclosure, and with one bound his owner was in the saddle.
All had passed in the few minutes in which Ashley was recovering
breath, and in utter bewilderment endeavoring to gain some insight
into the meaning of this rapid transformation scene, of which he
himself had formed a part. As his late opponent sprang into the
saddle, he could have fancied he heard the sound of the bugle, so
alert were the man’s movements, so soldierly his bearing. But in the
midst of his involuntary admiration he did not forget the
extraordinary relations in which they stood to each other. He threw
himself before the horse at the imminent risk of being trampled
down. “Your name!” he cried. “By your own admission you are my
cousin’s murderer. We must meet again! I am Ashley Ward; and
you?”
“Out of the way!” cried the rider, checking his horse by a
dexterous turn of his hand. “My name? Ah, yes! Tell them there,”
and he nodded in the direction of the hacienda, “they will soon have
reason never to forget it!” He hesitated; plunged the spurs into his
already impatient steed, and dashed furiously away, followed by
Reyes; then rose in his stirrups to shout back in defiance the name
—“Ramirez!”
42. XXXI.
Ramirez! Ashley’s heart bounded, his brain throbbed dizzily yet
acutely. Here was no obscure assassin, who once escaping him
would perhaps be lost forever.
The name was on every lip with those of Juarez, Ortega,
Degollado, Miramon, and a score of other popular chieftains who of
one party or another, or of independent factions, attracted to
themselves a host of followers, more by their own personal
magnetism than for the sake of any principles they represented. In
that time of anarchy any head that rose above the common herd led
enthusiastic multitudes, who followed a nod and applauded to the
echo even one deed of daring. But Ramirez held his prestige by no
such recent and uncertain tenure; throughout the long years of
revolution he had been a central figure in the bloody drama. Even
his recent defeat at El Toro and his subsequent disappearance had
added but a fresh glamor of mystery to his adventurous career,
without detracting from the almost superstitious awe with which he
was regarded. It was believed that he would reappear when and
where least expected. Ashley Ward had smiled covertly at the
strange and daring escapades attributed to this man. He had
become in his mind a figure of romance; and here in the broad day
he had risen before him, the self-denounced murderer of John
Ashley,—and as suddenly as he had come, so had he escaped him.
Thinking no more of the cross, which had fallen upon the ground,
hiding beneath it the name that had been so long preserved for so
strange a purpose, Ashley Ward turned from the sunken graves and
striding across the mounds, scarred and broken by the sacrilegious
tread of the horses’ feet, stood for a moment upon the broken wall,
43. scanning the country in his excitement for some sign of the
desperate men who but a few moments before had urged their
restive steeds up the steep path and disappeared over the crest of
the hill. He saw his own recreant steed galloping toward the
hacienda walls, keeping the high-road, on past the reduction-works
and the long stretch of open country beyond, and plunging and
rearing at the fatal mesquite-tree. The superstitious vaqueros had
instinctively imbued their animals with the same irrational terrors in
which they had themselves been trained. Yet no sight of ghost or
smell of blood lingered there to rouse memory or vengeance. Their
waiting-place had been that long-forgotten grave upon the desolate
hillside.
Ashley leaped from the wall and rapidly began the descent to the
valley. The sun was still high in the heavens, for the scene we have
recorded had passed in less than a brief quarter of an hour. As he
walked on, gradually falling into a more natural pace, the whole
matter took definite form and coherence in his mind. That which had
been so unexpected, so unnatural, seemed to be the event to which
his whole journey to Mexico, all his wanderings, his strange and
wearisome experiences, had inevitably and naturally tended. And
then arose a point beyond. His work at Tres Hermanos seemed
ended; the primal cause of his being there was forgotten. The
definite thought now in his mind was to reach the hacienda, provide
himself anew with horse, guide, and arms, and follow on the path
which Ramirez had chosen, and upon which he would sooner or later
re-appear, decoyed by the rich booty that Doña Isabel had intrusted
to the weak and presumably faithless Ruiz. Could he reach and warn
her in time?
Ashley’s scarce-healed wound was throbbing painfully, the way
was long, the heat intense; yet he pressed on resolutely, though at
last he staggered as he went. He sat down to rest awhile among the
dry rushes of the spent watercourse, under a straggling cottonwood-
tree, the few poor leaves of which scarcely sufficed to shade him
from the fierce rays of the sun. A fever heat was in his veins; wild
theories and speculations passed through his brain,—some of them,
perhaps, not far from being keys to the mystery of that tragedy
44. which that day for the first time had become to his mind other than
a vague and gloomy fantasy. Now, like the murderer himself, it was
real, absorbing, appalling.
The young man rose and again pressed on. After the descent to
the long rude wall of the reduction-works, he skirted it slowly,
thinking as he went how changed the aspect of the place must be
since his cousin had ridden forth to his death. How proudly John had
written, and almost vauntingly, of the prosperity his management
had inaugurated, of the crowds of laden animals that passed in and
out of the wide gates, of the men who led their slow, laborious lives
among those primitive mills and wide floors of trodden ores.
Ashley glanced at the great square mass of walls and towers of
Tres Hermanos, glistening in the distance. To his weary eye it looked
far away; yet doubtless he thought it had been but the ride of a few
eager minutes to the lover, as he went at midnight to cast a glance
at the walls that circled his mistress, or to rein his horse beneath her
window that he might win a word or glance from her who whispered
from above. These, Ashley had heard, were lovers’ ways in Mexico;
he did not know that no maiden of Tres Hermanos ever occupied
one of the few apartments whose windows opened toward the outer
air. Yet as he debated the matter with himself, it became more and
more probable to him that John Ashley had upon the fatal night
been actually within the walls of the hacienda, and been stealthily
followed thence by his treacherous rival,—for what, he thought,
even to a Spaniard, could justify so foul a murder but the falseness
of his mistress, the triumph of a hated rival? Pedro’s taciturnity and
gloom Ashley construed as proofs of his complicity in the crime.
Even then Ramirez had been a chieftain of renown, and Pedro in his
youth had been a soldier, a free rider, of whom strange tales were
told. Was it not probable that he had opened the gate at a
comrade’s bidding,—or, more likely still, had bidden him wait
beneath the tree where the favored lover was wont to mount his
horse, and so take him unawares? Ashley remembered that such, it
had been said, had been the manner of his cousin’s taking off. He
had been slain with the swiftness and sureness of a secret and
unhesitating avenger.
45. The ardent youth railed at the mocking chances that had
combined to suffer Ramirez to escape him in the unpremeditated
struggle in which they had clinched with a deadly enmity. In such a
struggle he could have found himself the victor without remorse, or
could have died without regret; but it was not in his nature to follow
a man for blood. Yet neither could he shut his ears to that cry for
vengeance, for justice, which seemed ringing through the sultry
stillness,—the more importunate as the possibilities of their
attainment shaped themselves in his mind.
That this must be a personal matter between himself and Ramirez
was clear. At any time it would probably have been useless for an
alien to have denounced so popular and influential a man as the
proud and daring revolucionario. To attempt his arrest for a murder
committed years before and probably in rivalry for a lady’s favor,
would be but to throw a new mystery about him, and add a fresh
legend of romance to those which already made him rather a
character of ideal chivalry than of mere vulgar, every-day
lawlessness and semi-barbarity. Though the brilliant adventurer was
now under a temporary cloud, one threat of attack from law would
make him again a popular idol; indeed it was likely that a
pronunciamiento in his favor would be the immediate result, and
that in falling into his hands the American would lose, if not his life,
at least all opportunity either of obtaining the satisfaction of the law
for his cousin’s death, or of investigating further those doubts and
probabilities which he had forgotten, but which now came upon him
with redoubled force.
The excited Ashley planned in his mind to refresh himself upon
reaching the hacienda, and demanding horse and guide to set forth
upon that very night, hoping to rejoin the force at daybreak. It was
useless, he reflected, to waste further time in idle questionings. It
was to Doña Isabel herself he would appeal, and warning her of the
danger that threatened her from the bandit chieftain, induce her to
make common cause with him against one who for years must have
been their common enemy. Impossible was it for him to solve the
mystery of the relations in which the several actors in this strange
drama in which he was so unexpectedly taking part, stood either to
46. one another, or to himself. There was but one fact certain; by that
alone he could connect himself with beings who seemed almost of
another world,—the one undoubted fact of the discovery of John
Ashley’s murderer.
Ashley’s ready apprehension of the public mind had been helped
by what he knew to be the actual state of affairs in the ranks to
which Doña Isabel had intrusted the safety of her person, trusting to
the resources which were at her command, and to the present
ascendency of Gonzales, to bind those soldiers of fortune to the
cause she had espoused. Perhaps none knew better than she the
elements that an alluring chance of gain or a transient enthusiasm
had drawn together; but she could not know how near the fire lay to
the straw, and how at her very side were those who in the name of
patriotism—or, like Chinita, for a personal sentiment as
unexplainable as it was imaginative and ardent—would sacrifice her
dearest plans, and think it a grand and noble deed to raise the
ubiquitous and dashing Ramirez upon the fall of the slow and
cautious Gonzales. Ashley had imperfectly comprehended the
scheme or its bearings; he had little understood, and felt but little
interest in, those strange complexities and personalities of Mexican
politics; but now a sudden party zeal and horror of treason seized
him. Where was Pedro Gomez, who, having played traitor once,
might do so a hundred times more? Where was Pepé? Had he
rejoined the troops, or had the detour to the graveyard been but a
clever plan for eluding them? Were these, and perhaps Ruiz too, the
tools of Ramirez? Yet the latter had appeared to have ridden far; the
news of the gathering and departure of the troops had appeared to
have astounded as much as it had enraged him. Who had carried
the news to Reyes?
The way was long and the youth’s excitement waning; his recent
illness and still aching wound began to declare their effects. In his
full vigor Ashley Ward would have found the walk under the glaring
sunshine—which, though no longer vertical, was fierce and blinding
as it neared the western hilltops—more than he would have chosen
for an afternoon’s stroll. Weak as he was, and becoming painfully
conscious that he had fasted since morning, he was glad to lean
47. sometimes against the high adobe wall and measure with his eye
the slowly decreasing distance. It was a landmark on his way when
he caught sight of the heavy gate set in the wall of the reduction-
works; he knew then just how much farther he must go. He had no
thought of actually approaching it, but he noticed with surprise that
one heavy valve was slightly ajar; and with that sudden collapse
which is apt to assail the overtasked frame at the unexpected sight
of an open door, however meagre the entertainment it may suggest,
he dragged himself onward with the natural belief that he should
find within some servant or attaché of the great house. But when he
reached the gate and looked through the narrow aperture, a perfect
stillness reigned within. No horse stamped in the courtyard; no
spurred heel rang on the pavement. Great cacti were pushing their
gaunt and prickly branches into the narrow space, as if stretching
longing arms out into the wide world from which they had been so
long shut in.
With some effort Ashley thrust back the strong and aggressive
barrier, and forced his way in. Rank grass, which was at that season
yellow and matted, had grown up between the cobble-stones, and
raised them in little heaps, over which the lizards ran. One—fiery red
—stopped as Ashley’s boot-heel woke the echoes, and turned a
wondering ear, then glided swiftly on.
Between the main building and the offices there was a small
arched lobby, through which one entered the great court, upon
which piles of broken ores and the long dried masses were spread.
In this lobby in the olden time the workmen had been stopped by
the watchman or gatekeeper and searched,—a proceeding to which
they daily submitted with indifference, holding their arms on high
while the practised searcher ran his hands over their thin and scanty
garments, shook out the coarse serape and tattered sombrero,
peered among the rows of glistening teeth and under the tongue,
for those fragments of rich ore or amalgam which in spite of all
precautions, or by the connivance of the searcher, reached the outer
world, netting in the aggregate a considerable surplus to the income
of the laborers, which found its way to the gambling tables, or was
spent in the adornment of their wives,—as was proved by the great
48. decline in the village of the manufacture of filagree ornaments of
quaint and delicate designs upon the closing of the Garcia mining-
works.
Ashley, with a feeling of curiosity or a sense of impending action,
which renewed his strength as a tonic might have done, noticed that
the door upon the side of the lobby that opened into the main
building or living rooms was also ajar. He glanced in, but except
where the long ray of light stole in through the aperture, which his
person partially obscured, all was so dim that he saw only
imperfectly a few scattered articles of furniture,—and they appeared
to be so old and battered that they were scarce worth the protection
which the great padlock and rusty key, hanging from a staple in the
door, indicated had been afforded them.
With a feeling of awe, Ashley remembered that his cousin must
have lived, and perhaps had lain dead, in that room. With nervous
energy he thrust open the door, and the light streamed in. He
started as his eyes fell upon the floor. It was of large square bricks,
thickly spread with the dust of many years, but impressed with
footprints so blurred that, dazzled as his eyes were, he could not tell
whether they were those of man, woman, or child. They seemed
mysterious, ghostly. There was no sound of human presence. His
heart beat as it had not done in all the excitement of that day.
“I am here! I have been waiting as you bade me,” said a low,
frightened voice. The words came so unexpectedly that Ashley
scarce understood them. He stepped forward and glanced around
searchingly. In the farther corner of the room a female figure was in
the act of rising from a low seat on which it had crouched. The face
was half-averted, the dark reboso was drawn over it with the left
hand, the right was outstretched as if in supplicating, almost
compulsory, welcome.
“Good God!”—“Dios mio!” The ejaculations were simultaneous; the
girl sank to the floor, the young man involuntarily drew back.
“Señorita!” he exclaimed in a voice of incredulity, “Señorita, you
here and alone?”
“Maria Sanctissima! not the General Ramirez!” he heard her moan;
yet in the fright and confusion there seemed an accent of relief.
49. “Don ’Guardo! Oh, what has brought you here? Oh, Señor, believe
me—”
“Do not distress yourself to explain, Señorita,” interrupted Ashley,
coldly. “Rise, I beg, and I will go at once; but that you may not
waste more time in waiting, I will tell you that the man you speak of
will not be here to-day. And,” he added, with an intensity that
startled even himself, “if there is justice in heaven or upon earth,
never again shall he fulfil a lover’s tryst upon a spot that by any
other than a demon would be shunned as a scene of gentle
dalliance, if not abhorred as the theatre of a crime that should have
blasted his whole life!”
The girl threw back her head-covering and looked up in
uncomprehending amaze. As her gaze caught Ashley’s both colored,
both averted their eyes in confusion. Ashley recoiled before hers, so
childlike, so honest.
“Chata!” he murmured; “Chata!” involuntarily extending toward
her his hand in deprecation, in entreaty, in protection. She clasped it
as a frightened child might, and clinging to it rose to her feet,
swaying a little and bending low, not with weakness, but with
shame.
“I dared not disobey him,” she murmured at last. “I dared not
disobey.”
Ashley dropped her hand,—almost flung it from him.
The girl’s face crimsoned; she opened her lips, hesitated, then
clasping her hands together, cried, “It is not as you think. Oh, rather
than the truth, would to God it were! I am not the child of Don
Rafael and Doña Rita! Jose Ramirez is my father!”
50. XXXII.
“José Ramirez is my father!”
Had her words been a thunderbolt hurled at Ashley’s feet, they
could not have astounded him more. The daughter of Ramirez!
“I do not believe it! I cannot believe it!” he exclaimed, with no
thought for courteous words. “Oh, that is a tale for a jealous lover!
but I am not one. Anything, anything rather than that, Señorita,
would serve to explain the reason of your presence here!”
“Why have I spoken?” cried the young girl with tears. “Why have I
broken my promise, and only to be disbelieved and scorned? O,
Señor, I know not what it was in you that wrung the words from me!
Did he not command me to be silent till he gave me leave to speak?
He is my father, yet I have disobeyed his first command. In the letter
the woman brought me, two days after he left El Toro, and in which
he commanded me to meet him here upon this day, he enjoined
secrecy again and again; and yet I forgot. Miserable girl that I am!”
Ashley had lived among Mexicans long enough to learn something
of their ideas of filial duty. No matter how vile, how cruel, how
debased the parent may be, the duty of the child is perfect
obedience and respect; the petted infant in its most wilful moments
ceases its passionate cries to kiss the father’s hand; the young man
deprives himself, his wife and children, to minister to his aged
parents; he who cannot or will not work, esteems it a pious act to
become a bandit upon the highway rather than that his father or
mother shall look to him for food or even for luxuries in vain,—and
thus he comprehended the remorse of this conscience-stricken child,
as the conviction rushed over him that her belief might indeed be
true. There was that in the contour of her face which resembled that
51. of Ramirez more markedly than the mere general type that in her
babyhood had given her that resemblance to Rosario, which daily
grew less, and indeed had never been apparent to Ashley; though in
her face he had traced resemblances which had puzzled and
bewildered him, and which as he gazed upon her now became still
more confusing.
As they had been conversing, Ashley and Chata had gradually
drawn near to the door, where the light fell full upon the agitated
girl. Yes, in the square brows, the heavily fringed lids resting upon
the olive cheeks,—too broad beneath the eyes for beauty, but
singularly delicate about the mouth and chin,—so far she resembled
Ramirez; or was it but a common Aztec type? The mouth itself,
sensitive, refined,—which should have parted but for laughter,—
quivered with emotion, and the large gray eyes she lifted to Ashley’s
were singularly grave and earnest. Where had he seen such a
mouth, such eyes? The contrasts and combinations in the face
confused him. Never had he seen its counterpart, yet fancy might
under other circumstances have led him upon wild theories. That
face familiar, yet strange, had haunted him since he had first seen it.
Vainly he had sought in his memory for some picture, some dream,
with which to connect it. Now, though he had seen Ramirez, though
Chata declared herself his child, the same feeling of uncertainty, of
tantalizing familiarity yet strangeness, remained; the association of
one with the other did not even momentarily satisfy him. He was not
conscious that the face appealed to his imagination rather than to
his memory, or that it had always awakened an interest different
from that with which he had looked upon others. Certainly its beauty
had not delighted him; even as he looked at her now, the witching,
glowing, ever-changing countenance of Chinita rose before him.
“Strange! strange!” he murmured. “What can be the mystery that
from the first has seemed to hover around you, to separate you from
the rest?”
“Ah, yes!” she said humbly. “I have realized that myself. Oh, for a
long, long time I have felt as a stranger among them all,—they so
good, so true; and I—O God, who am I? Ah, I used to pity Chinita,
but they have given her her proper place. It must have been a
52. worthy one, or Doña Isabel would not have made her her child. But
when they separate me from Don Rafael what shall I be?”
“Do not think of it. He—this Ramirez—is gone, perhaps never to
return,” said Ashley, soothingly. “And if not, why should you go with
him? Appeal to Don Rafael, to Doña Feliz.”
“Doña Rita has told me already that would be worse than useless,”
replied Chata. “Don Rafael and Doña Feliz have already interfered in
his plans for me; to thwart him further would be to make him their
deadly enemy. Oh, you know not, Señor, what men like Don José
Ramirez will do; and yet he is my father!”
Her voice failed in an agony of terror and shame. Ashley’s words
died on his lips. Here was a grief he could hardly understand,
against which he could offer no advice to one whose education and
mind were so different from his own. What could he say to her to
lessen the burden of her grief? Surely not, as he would have done to
Chinita, that she should strive to content herself in a destiny which
would raise her from an obscure station to wealth,—for the
revolutionary chieftain, he supposed, had never-failing resources,—
and to a certain dignity, as the daughter of a popular hero. He could
have imagined Chinita as glorying in such a position, and Rosario as
reigning with a thousand airs and graces in the miniature court
around her; but here was a child, a very child, shrinking from the
possible contact with cruel and conscience-hardened adventurers,
and stricken to the heart by the thought of losing the heritage of an
honest name.
Presently Chata spoke again, as though to speak to this stranger
in whom she had involuntarily confided was, in spite of her self-
reproach, to lay her long repression, her doubts and fears, before a
shrine. Almost incoherently, in the rapid utterance of overwhelming
excitement, she poured forth the story of the interview of Ramirez
and Doña Rita which she had overheard in the garden at El Toro. In
her earnestness she did not even omit the project which had been
discussed for uniting her future with that of Ruiz. Ashley’s teeth
became set and his lips pressed each other as he listened. Here
indeed was confirmation of the villain’s claim; and yet—and yet—
53. “It cannot be!” he interrupted. “I cannot believe it. You say
yourself, your very being recoils from him—ah, it must be for some
deep cause you hate him so! And I too—I hate him. Did I not tell
you I have a long arrear of wrong to settle, and—”
“You!” she ejaculated wonderingly. “What wrong can he have done
to you? Was it he who robbed and wounded you?”
“No, no!” he answered. “Those were but the chances of travel.
There is something far greater than that; but while you believe him
to be your father, I will not talk to you of avenging myself. I should
be a brute indeed to add a feather’s weight to your trouble. Do not
think of that again; but believe me, there is some mystery neither of
us understands. The truth may be far from what you think it. I will
demand it of Don Rafael, of Doña Feliz—they must know.”
She was looking at him wonderingly, almost in awe, with those
large, clear, gray eyes, which seemed to have in them the reflection
of a purer, calmer sky than the intense and fiery one beneath which
she was born. As he looked at her, her very dress seemed a disguise,
so entirely did she seem disassociated from the scenes in which he
found her.
“Ah,” she said hopelessly, clasping her hands, “you do not know
my people as I do. I have not asked Don Rafael or Doña Feliz to tell
me the secret of my birth. They have concealed it for some weighty
reason, and until the time comes when they judge it right for me to
know, I might plead with them in vain. By going to them I should
but lose their love, and become the object of their suspicion and
doubt. Oh, I could not endure that, I would not endure it! Doña Rita
is changed, is cold, distrustful; and why should I by useless haste
bring their anger upon her? No, no, Señor, I beg, I entreat you, say
nothing to Don Rafael. Let me be in peace as long as I may. My
father has not come to-day; perhaps he has forgotten me!”
“You reason wildly,” said Ashley. “I cannot understand these
strange duplicities; yet I know it is quite true I should gain nothing
by direct questioning. What have I ever gained? No, it is to Doña
Isabel I will go, and to Ramirez himself. But promise me, Chata,” he
added earnestly, “promise me, by all you hold most sacred, never to
leave the hacienda to meet him or any messenger of his. Promise for
54. your own sake, and I swear I will leave no measure untried to free
you from this strange bondage.”
He had expressed himself with difficulty throughout, but she
caught his meaning eagerly. “Oh, if I dared to promise!” she
murmured. “But it is the duty of the child to obey. Besides, he would
tell me the truth; even this very day I thought I should have known
the wretched story,—oh, I am sure it is a wretched one! Well, I have
a respite,—a little respite. Go, Señor; you have been kind,—be kind
still by being silent. I must go; the sun will soon set. Ah, unfortunate
that I am, the men will be coming in from the fields, the women will
be at their doors,—how shall I ever return without being seen?”
Here was indeed a difficulty. The strictly nurtured girl had never in
her life been outside the precincts of the village alone; that she then
should be, and with a young man, would occasion endless gossip.
The two involuntary culprits looked at each other with blank faces,—
Ashley in absolute dismay, for he had heard of the strict
requirements of Mexican customs and etiquette, and knew to what
cruel innuendo this young girl had exposed herself. He realized then
for the first time how great her courage had been in venturing forth
in obedience to the command of Ramirez.
“Chata, Chata! for God’s sake,” he cried, “go at once! I will remain.
Your mad freak will be pardoned this time, when they see you are
alone.”
“Alone!” she echoed, a crimson flush suffusing her face as she
fully realized the significance of his words, and saw that with a
sudden faintness he leaned against the wall, spent with excitement
and fatigue.
“Yes, yes,” he said wearily, “none will know I am here. The night
will soon pass; in the morning I will wander in to one of the huts.
They will fancy I was lost on the mountain. None will think—you will
be safe.”
“I am safe,” said the girl with sudden resolution. “Would a woman
of your own country leave you to hunger and shiver through all the
night in a desolate place like this? Ah,” she added with a long-drawn
breath and a tremor, “even ghosts are here.”
55. Ashley smiled. “I do not fear them,” he said. “I fear but for you.
Go! go at once! And yet before you go, promise!—promise me never
to run these risks again; never in any place to meet Ramirez!”
In his earnestness he clasped her hand and gazed eagerly into her
limpid eyes. “I promise, yes, I promise,” she said hurriedly. “But I
will not leave you,—weak, fasting, fainting!”
She looked up at him with the angelic pity in her face that
innocent children feel before they have learned distrust. Ashley read
the perfect trust, the perfect guilelessness, of her tender nature.
Rather, he thought, would he die than cast a cloud upon her name;
and what, after all, would matter the privations of a few hours? That
he must not be seen in the neighborhood for some time after her
unusual wanderings was a foregone conclusion. How should he
combat her resolution? Truly, this gentle girl had deep springs of
action within her. For duty and right she could be a very heroine.
As these thoughts passed through his mind, a sudden breeze stole
through the open gate and reached the lobby; there was a faint
smell of cactus flowers, and a rustle of the dry grass. The effect was
weird and ghostly. A shadow fell between them. Had the sun
plunged down beneath the western hills? They glanced up and
started apart,—Doña Feliz was before them.
The ordinarily grave and self-possessed woman was for a moment
the most agitated of the three. She gasped for breath. She had been
walking fast, but it was not that alone which caused the earth
apparently to reel beneath her. She had found Chata, whose
disappearance from the hacienda she had discovered at the moment
when a cry had run through the house that the horse of the young
American had returned riderless; that the youth had doubtless met
an evil fate. She had found them both,—and together!
She pressed her hands over her eyes as though to shut out some
horrid vision; a moan broke from her lips,—then she caught Chata in
her arms and glared at Ashley with concentrated anguish and fury.
Had one guilty thought possessed him, or had he meditated a
doubtful act, her glance would have covered him with confusion. As
it was, he read in her expressive face and gesture a volume of deep
and terrible significance, far different from that which an anxious
56. duenna ordinarily casts upon the imagined trifler with the affections
of her charge. Nothing of that assumption of virtuous indignation,
yet of flattered satisfaction, which in the midst of remonstrance
gives indication of a certain sympathy and inclination to condone the
offence in consideration of its cause, was apparent. Doña Feliz
evidently had in her mind no lover’s venial follies. This meeting was
to her a tragedy,—the very culmination of woes.
Ashley read something of this in her expression and gesture, and
hastened to reassure her, by giving a partial account of the reasons
of his return. The anxious guardian of innocence would perhaps
have thought his turning aside at the instance of Pepé to view his
cousin’s grave, his lingering there, the departure of the servant, the
flight of his horse, all a fabrication, but for the meeting with his
cousin’s murderer, which the young man recounted with startling
brevity and force, unconsciously regaining in the recital much of the
excitement and deep indignation which had thrilled him at the time
of the encounter, and which had gradually subsided amid the new
complications that Chata’s words had opened before him.
Involuntarily Ashley refrained from any allusion to the fact that the
young girl had ventured forth to meet this man Ramirez; and acute
though she was, it did not suggest itself to Doña Feliz, who seemed
lost in wonder at the almost miraculous chance which after so many
years had brought into contact the secret murderer and him whose
mission it seemed to avenge the innocent blood. In his recital,
Ashley had not mentioned the name of the self-confessed assassin.
Doña Feliz did not ask it,—perhaps she inferred that it remained
unknown to him,—yet Ashley was certain his identity was no
problem to her. Had she guessed the secret all these years? Had she
screened the guilty and fostered the innocent, at the same time?
Deep as was her interest in his tale, full as was her acceptance of
the fact that the meeting of Ashley Ward and Chata was purely
accidental, Doña Feliz did not exhibit a tithe of that horror and
dismay which was depicted upon the countenance of Chata, who
listened breathlessly,—her lips apart, her hair pushed back, her
startled eyes opened wide. Ashley would gladly have recalled his
57. words as he looked at her. Every particle of color had faded from her
face.
In her absorption in Ashley’s words, Doña Feliz had ceased to
regard or even remember the young girl, who suddenly recalled
herself to that lady’s mind.
“Doña Feliz,” she murmured in an agonized and pleading voice,
“when my mother forsook me, why did you not suffer me to die? Oh
why, why did I live to hear such horrors, to know such wretchedness
as this?”
As if in a frenzy, before either thought to stop her, or found words
with which to answer or recall her, she ran out from the lobby,—her
small figure passing unimpeded through the cactus-guarded
gateway,—and fled across the plain toward the hacienda. She was
young and strong,—excitement lent wings to her feet. Doña Feliz
and Ashley standing together in the gateway looked at each other in
amazement. The girl continued her flight until she reached the
outskirts of the village. There a horseman stopped her. Even at that
distance they recognized Don Rafael, and saw that Chata clung to
him passionately when he dismounted.
“She is safe!” murmured Doña Feliz. “Rafael will know how to
account for her presence with him.”
“Yes,” thought Ashley; “these Mexicans fortunately know how to
coin a plausible tale as well for a good cause as for a bad one.”
They saw that Don Rafael, placing Chata on his horse before him,
had turned in the direction of the hacienda, and was signalling to the
vaqueros lingering in uncertainty at the gate.
“They will be here in a few moments, Señor,” said Doña Feliz,
calmly. “We must lock the gates and conceal the keys. You must be
found outside of, not within, these walls.”
Ashley assented, and within a few moments, and in silence, their
necessary task was accomplished. Doña Feliz then led the way
toward the village, walking rapidly as though impelled by the
agitation of her thoughts or a desire to escape question. Ashley kept
pace with her with some effort, though the chill which had come
with the grayness of evening over the landscape revived and
strengthened him. The breeze was whistling in the tall corn in the
58. fields as they passed them; the cattle were lowing in the yards; the
distant sound of horses’ feet was beginning to be heard; the riders
like gray columns were seen approaching. Ashley laid his hand upon
the arm of Doña Feliz. She turned and looked at him. His face was to
her a volume of reproach and question. Her voice broke forth in a
great sob.
“Ashley! Ashley!” she exclaimed, “do you not comprehend that a
vow stronger than death controls me? Ask me nothing, but follow
the indications which the good God—Fate—Providence—has given
you. The time may come—for strange things are happening in our
land—when I may be free once more. Now I may only watch and
wait and pray. Ah! what hard tasks for a woman such as I am! But I
have vowed; I cannot retract!”
“You are wrong!” cried Ashley. “How strange that a woman of so
much intelligence, of a conscience so pure, can suffer herself to be
led by the spurious customs and traditions that pride and priestcraft
together have fastened upon her people! But your very reticence,
Doña Feliz, confirms my beliefs. I will go as you recommend, as my
own judgment urged me, to follow the clew I have so unexpectedly
obtained. Do not think that a vulgar and wolfish desire for
vengeance alone actuates me; but justice must be done. Even for
Chata’s sake, this man must not be suffered to continue his course
unchecked.” He would have added more, but Gabriel and Pancho,
the vaqueros, came galloping up with vivas and cries of welcome.
“Praised be our Holy Mother, and all the saints!” exclaimed one.
“Don Rafael told us you were safe. Who would have thought the
Señora and the niña Chatita would have found you no farther away
than deaf and blind Refugio’s? Ay, Doña Feliz, without seeking, finds
more than will a dozen unlucky ones, though they have spectacles
and lanterns to aid them. In the name of reason, Don ’Guardo, how
happened your nag to throw you and gallop back thus? He is
manageable enough with any of us—” and there was a suspicion of
irony in the solicitude of the horseman, which did not escape Ashley
as he answered,—
“To-morrow you shall have the whole tale. These roads of yours
are no place for a man to linger on alone. But for the present,
59. remember I have a wound not too well healed, and am more
anxious for supper than for recounting adventures.”
“Ah! ah! he was stopped on the road by banditti,—and has
escaped.” The vaqueros regarded Ashley with vastly increased
respect. Their numbers were augmented as they neared the
hacienda; and when the party reached the gates, wild rumors of
Ashley’s prowess were already flying from mouth to mouth.
Ashley did not present an imposing figure as he passed in
between the crowds of admiring women; but he served to turn their
thoughts from the unprecedented appearance of Chata, which was
but unsatisfactorily explained by Don Rafael’s ready fiction that she
and Doña Feliz had been piously visiting at the hut of old Refugio,
and that upon the arrival of Ashley there, the young girl had
hastened to meet her father, and give him news of the American’s
safety.
“Doña Feliz is even too careful of her grandchildren,” said some of
the more liberal. “What harm would have come to the maiden from
a walk of a few minutes, or a few words spoken, with an honorable
young man such as he seems to be? Now, if it were Don Alonzo, or
that gay young Captain Ruiz, for example!”
Rosario, who had been leaning over the balcony as Ashley arrived,
heard something of what was said, and smiled. She was not at all
ready to believe that Chata’s walk had extended only as far as the
hut of blind Refugio; and that it had not been made in company with
Doña Feliz she was quite certain. But she had no time just then to
interest herself in Chata’s affairs,—her own were far too engrossing;
for the new clerk whom Carmen, at Doña Isabel’s request, had sent
from Guanapila, evidently was much more intent upon studying the
charms of Rosario than his new duties, and in seeking favor in her
eyes than in those of the administrador himself. The new clerk was
Don Alonzo, and Don Alonzo was a handsome fellow, with the face
of an angel, Doña Rita said,—a contrast indeed to that little brown
monkey Captain Ruiz; and Rosario smiled coyly, and did not gainsay
her.
The next morning at an unusually early hour this same Don Alonzo
tapped on Ashley’s door. “Pardon, Señor,” he said, “but the horses
60. and servants are ready, and I have orders myself to accompany you
beyond the boundaries of Tres Hermanos.”
The announcement was not a surprise. Ashley had arranged his
departure with Don Rafael upon the preceding evening. He dressed
hastily, and while partaking of his cup of chocolate, glanced often
around him, in expectation of the appearance of Don Rafael or his
mother; but in vain. The American could no longer hope to learn at a
parting moment what each had chosen to withhold. Irrationally, and
against all likelihood, he ventured to hope that Chata might steal
forth for a farewell word. He laughed at himself afterward for the
thought, saying that the air of intrigue had begun to affect his own
brain.
Sooner than was usual, even in that land of early movement, Don
Alonzo warned him it was growing late. It was not too late or early
for Rosario to wave her little brown hand from her mother’s window
in token of adieu. Ashley did not see it, but he for whom it was
intended did. So with more foreboding and reluctance than he could
have imagined possible but a few hours before, Ashley once more
rode forth from Tres Hermanos,—this time with a definite object,
from which he felt there could be no turning back, no possible end
but his own death or the downfall of a man to whom but yesterday
he had been utterly indifferent, but who to-day was inseparable from
all his thoughts, his passions, his purposes,—Ramirez the
revolucionario, the declared murderer of John Ashley, the declared
father of the young girl who seemed the very incarnation of honor
and sensibility, of tenderness and purity.
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