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It came from the fringe of forest across the road. Again it sounded, two notes, a long and a short one, soft and plaintive. A bird, certainly, thought Rita. She started as Captain Delmonte imitated the call, repeating it twice. "Juan," he said, briefly. "Reporting for orders. Here he comes!" A burly figure crossed the road in three strides.
And I don't mean to be impertinent, I'm sure you know that; but what are you going to do now?" Alas! Rita did not know. "I thought I was safe here," she said. "I was to stay here with these good people till word came from my uncle in the States, or till there was a good escort that might take me to some port whence I could sail to New York. Now I do not know; I begin to tremble, Señor Delmonte.
Please, please let me go back. My poor Manuela Marm Prudence they may be hurt, wounded. There can be no danger with all these brave men. Cousin, I have been in a camp hospital, I know how to dress wounds. I can be quiet Señor Delmonte, tell him I can be quiet!" She looked eagerly at Delmonte. "I can tell him that you are the bravest girl I ever saw," he said.
The troopers saluted, and raised their hats civilly to Rita, inwardly cursing their luck. Because they owned the next ranch to Jim Montfort, was that any reason why they should lose all the fun? and why could not girls stay at home where they belonged? But Rita herself cried out and clasped her hands, and ran to her cousin. "Oh, Cousin Jim Señor Delmonte let me go with you!
Once or twice she had caught that look of Uncle John in his eyes; the laughing, critical, yet kindly scrutiny that always made her feel like a little girl, and a silly girl at that. Was that what she had seemed to Captain Delmonte? Of course it was. It was a very subdued Rita who returned to the house that evening.
He bent once more over the struggling beast, and even in his agony Aquila knew his master, and turned his eyes lovingly toward him, expecting help; and help came. "Good-bye, lad!" The pistol cracked, and the tortured limbs sank into quiet. "Lie down behind him!" Delmonte commanded. "So! now, still." He knelt behind the dead horse, facing the advancing Spaniards.
At length, hero and heroine, Cuban and Spaniard, faded away, and she slept peacefully. "What is it? what is the matter?" Rita sprang up in her bed and listened. The sound that had awakened her was repeated: a knock at the door; a voice, low but imperative; the voice of Jack Delmonte. "Miss Montfort! are you awake?" "Yes; what has happened?" "The Gringos! Dress yourself quickly, and come out.
He spoke almost in a whisper, yet every word fell clearly on their strained ears. "It's not Moreno; it's Velaya's guerrilla: we must get away before they fire the house. Give me your hand, Miss Montfort; you will be quiet, I know. Your maid?" "Manuela, you will not speak!" "No, señorita!" said poor Manuela, with a stifled sob. "My horse is ready saddled," Delmonte went on.
Delmonte turned to his companions. "Miss Montfort," he said, "Captain Montfort you'll all come up to my place, of course, and rest, for to-day, at least. It isn't much of a place to ask you to, but it's quiet, at least, and you can rest; and you must be half-starved. I know I am." His face was eager as a boy's.
“The rebels have also captured the strongly fortified positions of San Juan and Delmonte, where the Spaniards were to make their last stand if Manila capitulated. The city is still surrounded by insurgents. July 2. “There was fierce fighting Saturday before Malate.
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