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Updated: June 27, 2025
These are the ghosts " He began to chuckle, but the sound of his malevolent merriment was like the hiccoughing of a drunken man. "Rosa! What have you done " Cobo ran on unheeding: "It must be a great treasure, indeed, from all accounts the ransom of a dozen kings. That's what Cueto said, 'The ransom of a dozen kings! Those were his very words."
At least Colonel Cobo won't find us so readily this time." "Cobo!" shuddered the girl. "I dream about him." Esteban scowled. "I've seen him at a distance several times, but he takes pains to guard himself well when he comes into the Yumuri. They say he's trying to destroy the whole valley." "He will never forget."
"COBO! Coby, the baby-killer!" Jacket breathed an oath. "Oh, that blessed knife!" The boy craned his small body forward until he was in danger of following his victim. "Now this IS good luck indeed! And to think that he died just like any other man." "Rosa! Where is she?" O'Reilly inquired in a new agony of apprehension. "Oh, she is here," Jacket assured him, carelessly. "I think she has fainted.
At times the moan of the sea could be heard there, when the surf rolled in strongly upon the shore of Cobo Bay. The white crest of the waves could be seen from it, tossing over the sunken reefs at sea; yet it lay in the heart of our island. She had chosen the spot for herself, not very long ago, when we had been there together. Now I went there alone.
Esteban covertly appraised his sister's charms, but respecting her terror of Cobo he did not speak his thoughts.
He managed to open the door of the treasure- chamber, then entered and loaded his pockets with gold. He sent up the jewel-box at the end of the rope, dragged the body of Cobo into the cave, then wedged the barricade back into place. It required the combined strength of Rosa and Jacket to help him the last few feet of his climb.
Colonel Cobo, the guerrilla, licked his full, red lips and ran a strong, square hand over his curly, short-cropped hair. "You say you know where she where they are living?" "Ah, perfectly! It's less than a night's ride. There's no one except the boy to reckon with." "How much is he worth to you?" bluntly inquired the soldier, and Cueto sat down to make the best terms possible.
Cueto had welcomed his visitor in all humility; he put up the soldiers in the bate of the sugar-mill, and then installed Cobo in his best room, after which he ransacked the house for food and drink and tobacco. Later he and the colonel sat long over their supper, for the latter's exultant humor continued.
Cobo, it transpired, was delighted with the new captain-general, a man of blood and iron, a man after his own heart. This Weyler, he predicted, would put an end to the insurrection; there would be no more of Campos's weak, merciful methods, which were, in reality, nothing less than encouragement to revolt. Cueto, of course, agreed.
The figure bent closer, and O'Reilly recognized the swarthy features of that man he had seen at the Matanzas railroad station. There could be no doubt of it it was Cobo. The men stared at each other silently, and of the two Cobo appeared to be the more intensely agitated. After a moment his gaze fixed itself upon the opening into the treasure-chamber and remained there.
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