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Updated: June 19, 2025
To-day, while Donna Prudencia and I were in the forest, a Spanish guerrilla came here, looking for me. Don Diego Moreno was in command. He is a friend of my stepmother's. I know him, a cold, hateful man. If he had found me " she shuddered. "I know Diego Moreno, too," said Delmonte; and his brow darkened. "He is not fit to look at you, much less to speak to you.
If I leave you with them but a few moments " "Hold on!" said the big man. "What did you call the young lady?" Delmonte stared. "This is Miss Montfort," he said, rather formally. "Not Rita!" cried the giant. "Pike's Peak and Glory Gulch! Don't tell me it's Rita!" "Oh, yes! yes!" cried Rita, running forward with outstretched hands. "It is I am! and you oh, I know, I know.
In the first place, I got a shot in my leg, in a skirmish, and, as the bone was broken, and it didn't seem to come round as it ought, I came here to be coddled, and am having a great time of it. Señora Delmonte is a fine woman, sir. You don't see many such women in a lifetime.
The flames tossed and leaped, and in front of them men were running with torches, setting fire to sheds and out-houses. Their shouts, the crackling and hissing of the flames, the shots and cries from the front of the house, turned the quiet night wild with horror. A crash behind them told that the front door had yielded. "It's run for it, now!" said Delmonte, quietly. "Now, then, child, quick!"
That they were about to fire, when they recognised their captain's escort as Americans; and that they then resolved to accompany the party as quietly as might be till they came near the camp, and then make their presence known to all, as they had at once made it known to Delmonte himself by a low call which only he had noticed. "Not wishing to intrude," Juan concluded, with a superb salute.
Good Don Annunzio lay dead, carbine in hand, on the steps of his ruined home. Beside him lay the Creole youth in whose charge Delmonte had left Manuela. The lad was still alive, for as Delmonte bent from the saddle above him he raised his head. "I did my best, my captain!" he said. "They were too many." "Where are they?" asked Delmonte and Montfort in one breath.
The trooper saluted again, and slipped back across the road; next moment he reappeared leading a long, lean, brown horse, who walked as if he were treading on eggshells. They passed into the courtyard and were seen no more, Juan making his way back to the thicket by some unseen path. "You do not stay with us through the day then, Mr. Delmonte? I am sorry!" said Rita.
Marm Prudence chose the dry grass, with a cloak for a pillow, but Rita curled herself thankfully in Captain Jack's hammock, after trying in vain to persuade him that he was an invalid, and ought to take it himself. After some rummaging in a hole in the rock which served him for cupboard and wardrobe, Delmonte brought her a small pillow in a somewhat weather-beaten cover.
"If I can get you away before they see us " "Me! but what will become of the others?" cried Rita, under her breath. "I cannot desert Manuela and Marm Prudence Donna Prudencia." "I am going to save you," said Jack Delmonte, quietly. "If for no other reason, I have just given my word to Donna Prudencia. The rest I'll get back as soon as I can, that's all I can say. Follow me! hark!"
"A candela," said Delmonte, briefly. "I must get back; there are women there. If one of your men will catch me that horse " "But you are wounded!" cried Rita. "Cousin, he is shot in the arm. Do not let him go!" Delmonte laughed. "It's nothing, Miss Montfort," he said; "but nothing at all, I assure you.
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