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"Well, yes," said Donald, with a shake of his head, "it might have; but how could the mountebank have gotten the box?" "That is the mystery," was Don Esteban's reply. "And how do you wish us to help you?" asked Adrian. "Why," explained the banker, "I asked Gen. Funston to find the mountebank for me. He said you boys would do better than any one else." "But why us? Why not a Mexican policeman?"
After a few preliminary forays under Esteban's leadership they had absorbed a bit of discipline and were beginning to feel a military ardor. In the Cuban field forces there were many negroes, and many of their fellow-patriots fought better, or endured the hardships of guerrilla warfare more cheerfully, than they. Gen.
"I did not know Esteban was dependent on his sister, but what difference would her marriage make? Esteban is my best friend. For instance, you questioned me about my uniform. It is by Esteban's advice and help that I wear it." "Indeed!" said the padre, quickly. "Tell me." "That June, in London, two years ago it was by the way the last time I saw the señora we three dined at the same house.
"I am," said O'Reilly, and, rising, he followed his new acquaintance. On the whole, Pancho Cueto's plans had worked smoothly. After denouncing the Varona twins as traitors he had managed to have himself appointed trustee for the crown, for all their properties, consummation for which he had worked from the moment he read that letter of Esteban's on the morning after Dona Isabel's death.
"Be sure of that! Until you spoke of Olvera I did not know." "No," admitted Shere, "not laid for me to your knowledge, but to Esteban's. You were surprised at my coming Esteban only at the manner of my coming. He asked if I had ridden into the gates of my own accord I remember. He was in Ronda this afternoon. Very likely it was he who told my colonel of my knowledge of the neighbourhood.
Norine was between tears and laughter when she ran panting into Esteban's cabin, leaving Branch to wait outside. At sight of her Esteban uttered a low cry of happiness. "Dearest! I've been lying in a stupor of delight. The world has become bright: I hear people laughing. What a change! And how is El Demonio?" "He's all right; he's waiting to see you, but first I've arranged everything!
She opposed a desperate silence to Esteban's questions and finally exclaimed: "Your father is deserting us!... Your father has forgotten us!..." And she left the dining-room to hide her overflowing tears. The boy slept rather restlessly, but he slept.
"Is it true?" he asked. "I am a Cuban." Esteban's smile was a trifle grim. "Cuban? Your people were Spanish." "True. But no Spaniard ever raised a Spanish child in Cuba. We are Cubans, Rosa and I." At this statement the sister cried: "Hush! It is dangerous to speak in that way, with this new war growing every day." "But O'Reilly is our good friend," Esteban protested.
When for the first time she saw him riding at the head of his cutthroats she was like to swoon in her tracks, and for a whole day thereafter she cowered in the hut, trembling at every sound. In these dark hours she recalled the stories of the old Varona treasure and Esteban's interesting theory of its whereabouts, but she could not bring herself to put much faith in either.
"Of course, of course, you stopped and came in of your own accord." "Of my own accord, indeed," said Shere, who was looking at Christina instead of heeding Esteban's words. His unexpected coming had certainly not missed its effect, although it was not the effect which Shere had desired.
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