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There was a loud rap at his door just then, and in a moment more he was almost repeating that speech to Señor Zuroaga. "Please say very little to Colonel Tassara or anybody else in this house," replied the senor, emphatically. "Get used, as soon as you can, to being called Carfora. We must make you look like a young Mexican right away. I've bought a rig which will fit you.
She had said that she thought it would be safer here, even if the city should be captured by those terrible robbers, the Americans. They could not be intending to steal and melt up all the old silver in Mexico. "Why, Señor Carfora!" exclaimed Señorita Felicia, indignantly. "Did you not know? Aunt Paez has piles and piles of books. They are up in the library.
"General Zuroaga!" he exclaimed, in astonishment. "Not quite so loud, please," quietly responded the general. "Yes, Carfora, here I am. Here I must hide, too, for a few hours. The camp is no longer a safe place for me, even in the disguise I was wearing. There is really nothing more to keep me there now. I do not need to run any further risks on account of Paredes and his tin monarchy.
On the morning of the 22d, he had but just walked out into the street when suddenly all the air around him seemed to be full of thunder. Roar followed roar, and peal followed peal, and then he heard affrighted shrieks in all directions. The bombardment had begun! "O Madre de Dios!" moaned the voice of poor Anita behind him. "O Señor Carfora! We shall all be killed! What shall we do?
It is part of our grateful hospitality to our guest, Señor Carfora, that his friends have supplied the Castle of San Juan de Ulua with the ammunition which will be needed. He came over on the ship which brought it, and he has remained with us ever since." Just then Ned Crawford knew what it was to feel very mean indeed.
Toward nightfall, however, that boat came again, as she did before, not running in among the barges, but seeming to avoid them. There were five men in her, and one of them stood up to say to a sailor at the rail: "I wish to see young Señor Carfora. Is he on board?" "Hullo!" thought Ned. "That's the Spanish name Señor Zuroaga told me I was to go by."
When he reached the ground, several subordinate officers came to join him, and Ned heard him say to them: "That reckless young scamp, Carfora, has the nerves of an old soldier. He will make a good one by and by. We need more like him, for some of our artillerymen left their guns under the American fire."
He was gazing at the pale face of a man in uniform and on crutches, who came slowly forward between a woman and a young girl, with a mournful smile upon his face. "Colonel Tassara!" exclaimed Ned. "I knew you were wounded, but are you not getting well?" "Señor Carfora!" quickly interrupted Señorita Felicia. "He was hit in the leg by a bullet at Angostura.
"Señor Carfora," she said, "Felicia will have to give you up. Here are some letters for you that came while you were absent. You had better read them now, for I cannot say how long it will be best for you to remain here. Step this way a moment, if you will."
"I wonder if our shot are doing this kind of thing for their batteries yonder," he said aloud, in the Spanish which was now habitual with him, but at that moment a not unfriendly hand was laid upon his shoulder, and a quiet, firm voice said to him: "What are you doing here, Señor Carfora? You seem to have no fear." "General Morales!" exclaimed Ned, in astonishment. "No, your Excellency.
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