with immense emotion. “I call the saints to witness that never by thought or word have I been disloyal to you” - and the blasphemous wretch actually crossed himself with a trembling, skinny hand. “I have leestened to you, though you are the younger man. I have geeven way to you in everything from the moment we were so fullish as to set foot on this accursed coast; that also was your doeeng; and it will be your fault if ivil comes of it. Yet I have not complained. Here in your own ‘ouse you have
still without a tinge of mockery in the obeisance.
He was closing the door after her when Joaquin Santos reached it.
“Diablo!” cried he. “Why let her go? We have not done with her.”
“That doesn’t matter; she is done with us,” was the stern reply.
“It does matter,” retorted Santos; “what is more,