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"America's the place!" said the horseman. He waved his hand to some one behind him, then put his horse to the gallop. Next instant he was beside them. Delmonte started to his feet, revolver in hand. "U. S. A.?" he said. "You're just in time, uncle. I'm glad to see you." "Always like to be on time at a party," said the rough rider, levelling his carbine. "My fellows are in short, here they are!"
"That was just a joke of those idiots of mine. Good gracious! if you go to calling names, Miss Montfort, I shall not dare to come back again. Good night!" It was long before Rita could sleep. She lay with wide-open eyes, conjuring up one scene after another, in all of which Captain Delmonte played the hero's part, and she the heroine's.
Rita's was not less so, as she gazed at the big cousin, who stroked his beard as usual, and reflected. "I did mean to push straight on to Santiago," he said, "but it's a good bit of a way, to be sure; what do you say, little cousin? tired? hey?" Rita blushed. "A a little tired, Cousin Jim; and very hungry!" This settled it. Captain Montfort bid Delmonte "fire away."
Señor Delmonte, once to fight for my country, and then to die that is my ambition." "And you'd do it well, I am sure!" said Delmonte, warmly; "the fighting part, I mean. But nobody would let you die, Miss Montfort, it would spoil the prospect." He spoke lightly, for heroics embarrassed him, as they did Carlos.
It was true that she felt no fear; neither did she realise the peril of their position. It was one of the dreams come true, that was all. She was riding with Delmonte, with the Star of Horsemen. He was saving her life. They had ridden so before, often and often; only now Pah! a short, sharp report was heard, and a little dust whiffed up on the road beside them.
We all ride together to Pine del Rio, as Captain Delmonte is so friendly as to ride with us. After that I'll begin with you, ma'am." He addressed, the widow respectfully. "How can I best serve you? I am going to see my cousin safe off, and you must call upon me for any service I can possibly render you." "She will stay with me!" cried Rita.
Behind them huddled the few house and farm servants, negroes for the most part, but among them was one intelligent-looking young Creole. Singling him out, Delmonte led him apart, and pointed to Manuela. "Your sister!" he said. "Your life for hers." The youth nodded, and beckoned the frightened girl to stand beside him.
And again, why, on stealing a glance at Delmonte, and seeing the trouble reflected in his face, should her heart as suddenly spring up again, and dance within her? What had happened? They had ridden some miles, when Jim Montfort, on his big gray horse, ranged alongside of Delmonte. "It appears to me," he said, "that something is going on in these woods here.
The horse crept forward, silent as a phantom. They were clear of the archway. "Now!" whispered Delmonte. "For life, Aquila!" and Aquila went, for life. "If we can put the fire between us and them," said Captain Jack, "we shall get off." For a moment it seemed as if they might do it. Already they saw the road before them, the sand glowing red in the firelight.
"But, positively, señorita," said Manuela. "See! not a scratch is on me. They one fellow offered to tie my hands; I scratched him so well that he ran away. I am safe, safe praise be to all saints, to our Holy Lady, and the Señor Delmonte. But poor Cerito, señorita? what of him? he was with us; he fought like a lion. I saw him fall " "Poor Cerito!" said Rita, gravely. "He was a brave, brave lad.
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