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Benito's resolution admitted of no discussion; and besides, neither Manoel nor Fragoso had the slightest thought of dissuading him. "I will ask, then," continued Benito, "for both of you to accompany me. We shall start in a minute or two. It will not do to wait till Torres has left Manaos. He has no longer got his silence to sell, and the idea might occur to him. Let us be off!"
They overtook and passed two other bergantins returning from the city and they met a third on its way thither with vegetables for the morning market. Benito knew the owners and exchanged a brief word with everyone as he passed. Ned pulled silently at his oar. When it was far past midnight Ned felt a cool breeze rising. Benito began to unfurl the sail.
This was the painting of Francisco Garvez of hidalgo lineage, who had stood beside Ortega, the Pathfinder, when that honored scout of Portola had found the bay of San Francisco and the Golden Gate. "Carissima, how he would have loved you, that old man!" Benito's tone was dreamy. Alice Windham turned. "You are like him, Benito," she said fondly. "There is the same flash in your eye.
In the middle of the stream are scattered several islands and two or three islets curiously grouped; and on the opposite bank Benito recognized the site of the ancient Oran, of which they could only see a few uncertain traces.
"In such a case," replied Benito, severely, "a man to save his companions, does not fly, but gives up his life sooner than betray them. I should have done so." "Every one in his own way," replied Cuchillo, "but I have an account to render only to the chief, and not to his servants." "Yes," murmured the other, "a coward and a traitor can but commit baseness and perfidies."
Sagua la Grande is probably no worse a city than others in Cuba, but it has been rendered notorious by the presence in that city of the guerrilla chieftain, Benito Cerreros. Early in last December Leslie's Illustrated Weekly published half-tone reproductions of two photographs which were taken in Sagua.
Before the day was ended, it came back with each cup full of water, and told Benito that the one tied to its right leg contained water from heaven, and the one tied to its left leg contained water from the nether-world. Benito untied the cups, taking great care of them.
Now and then a man would fall out of the line muttering wrathfully. "They're taking mighty good care not to let any of Scannell's friends get in," a man behind Benito confided. "The Sheriff's sent a dozen 'plants' this morning but Bluxome weeds them out unfailingly." After a time Benito found himself at the wicket, gazing into Isaac Bluxome's shrewd eyes.
As a last effort his hands convulsively clutched at a clump of reeds, but they could not stop him, and he disappeared beneath the waters of the river. Benito was supported on Manoel's shoulder; Fragoso grasped his hands. He would not even give his companions time to dress his wound, which was very slight. "To the jangada!" he said, "to the jangada!"
This was likewise the hope of Yaquita, of Benito, of Manoel, and of Minha, and, shut up in the house, they passed long hours in endeavoring to decipher the writing. But if it was their hope and there is no need to insist on that point it was none the less that of Judge Jarriquez.
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