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Pepe had for once been faithless; indeed, neither he nor Manuela had escaped the witchery of the full moon, and she had had little good of them that whole evening. She glanced at the corner where Manuela lay; the light, regular breathing told that the girl was sound asleep. It would be a pity to wake her from her first sweet sleep, poor Manuela.

We passed the night as usual, in the open air, though in a plantation, the proprietor of which employed himself in hunting tigers. He wore scarcely any clothing, and was of a dark brown complexion like a Zambo. This did not prevent his classing himself amongst the Whites. He called his wife and his daughter, who were as naked as himself, Dona Isabella and Dona Manuela.

But as chance hab t'rown you in my way, it cannot be wrong to tell you what you knows a'ready dat I lub you, and dat, God permittin', I will return ere long to Buenos Ayres. Farewell. "Wid dat he wheel round, zif he was afraid to trust hisself to say more, an' went off at full gallop." "An' what did Miss Manuela say?" asked Susan.

"In the mountains!" said Rita, waving her hand vaguely in the direction of the horizon. "It is a search; we must look for him, without doubt; but he is here somewhere. Come, Manuela, do not look so despairing. I tell you, we shall meet friends, it may be at any turn. The mountains are full of the soldiers of Cuba; the first ones we meet will take us to Carlos." "Yes," said Manuela.

Without a word, but throwing back her head with a scornful gesture, the Señorita nodded to her friend to accompany her back into the gloomy building. Silently and slowly the two went up the sloping stone steps and re-entered the room which they had left a few minutes before. The Señorita locked the door and the two faced each other. "What do you make of it, Manuela?"

He ran back to his late tomb, and quickly returned in triumph with his favourite weapon. "Come, we must get away from this at once," said Pedro, turning to Manuela. "No time for explanations. Are you hurt?" "No; thank God. Let us go," replied the girl, who was pale and haggard, as she staggered towards them. "Take my arm," said Lawrence, presenting his wounded limb.

May the same principle not operate between man and the lower animals? Was it not the gentleness, tenderness, womanliness, softness of Manuela which caused her to dote upon and delight in her steed, though it was a huge, high stepping, arch-necked, rearing, plunging animal something between an Irish hunter and a Mexican warhorse?

Raising him gently in their arms, they bore him up to the camp, where they found Manuela ready to minister to him. "Dead!" exclaimed the horrified girl when she saw the negro laid down, and beheld the awful dirty-green colour of his countenance. "I hope not," replied Lawrence, earnestly. "I's sh -squeesh! sure not!" exclaimed Quashy himself, with a sneeze, as he opened his eyes.

Behind it knelt the "California Pet" beside the prostrate poet. "Bring me some water. Run for a doctor. Stop!! CLEAR OUT, ALL OF YOU!" She had unloosed the gaudy cravat and opened the shirt-collar of the insensible figure before her. Then she burst into an hysterical laugh. "Manuela!" Her tiring-woman, a Mexican half-breed, came toward her.

On the 15th the Manuela was sent to the Mauritius, and we, after passing the Comoro Islands, arrived at our destination, Zanzibar called Lunguja by the aborigines, the Wakhadim and Unguja by the present Wasuahili. On the 17th, after the anchor was cast, without a moment's delay I went off to the British Consulate to see my old friend Colonel Rigby.