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"We were on the other side," said Sarrion, with a shrug of the shoulders. "And I have been the ball." Sarrion glanced at her sideways. This was the moment that Marcos had always anticipated. Sarrion wondered why he should have to meet it and not Marcos. Juanita sat motionless with steady eyes fixed on the distant mountains.
The bushes in the garden seemed suddenly alive with rustling life and Sarrion dragged Juanita back from the balustrade. "No no!" she said angrily. "Yes I promised Marcos," answered Sarrion with his arm round her waist. In a moment they were in the library where they found Cousin Peligros in an easy chair with folded hands and the face of a very early Christian martyr.
We require two witnesses, you know." "He is saying his own prayers," said Juanita, looking at him. "He has not much opportunity," explained Marcos. "He is in command of an outpost at the outlet of the valley of the Wolf." As they looked at him he rose and came towards them, his spurs clanking and his great sword swinging against the prie-dieu chairs of the devout.
"Is it a bear, or a brigand?" whispered Francisco, hurriedly, sounding the uttermost depths of his terror in the two words. "It is an eavesdropper," said Juanita, impetuously; "and who and why, I intend to know," and she started towards the thicket. "Do not leave me, good Juanita," said the young acolyte, grasping the girl's skirt.
Leon de Mogente was absorbed in his own peculiar selfishness which was not of this world but the next. He fell into the mistake common to ecstatic minds that thoughts of Heaven justify a deliberate neglect of obvious duties on earth. "Leon," said Juanita gaily to Cousin Peligros, "will assuredly be a saint some day: he has so little sense of humour."
Daisy fancied he was considering her affair; but she was very much mistaken; Dr. Sandford had utterly forgotten her for the moment, and was pondering some difficult professional business. When Juanita appeared with her tea tray, he came out of his abstraction; and though still with a very unrelaxed face, he arranged Daisy's pillows so that she might be raised up a little and feel more comfortable.
There being no longer any reason why we should not enjoy the brightness and warmth of a camp-fire, we soon had one briskly burning, and by its ruddy light, I was enabled to see the faces of the rescued prisoners. I could scarcely believe that so great a change could have been made, in so short a time, as had been wrought in Juanita, during her captivity.
And rising to her feet and clasping her hands, where she stood, Juanita poured forth a prayer. It was for her little visiter. It was full of love. It was full of confidence too; and of such clear simplicity as if, like Stephen, she had seen the heavens open.
"Wouldn't I rave if they belonged to yours truly! How can you folks take them so coolly?" Juanita Sterling laughed. "I had my time when they first came!" "You say it all, so we don't need to," laughed Mrs. Albright. "They are beauties, that's a fact!" Miss Crilly sat down, her eyes still on the flowers. "I don't see a card anywhere," she nodded. "Ain't that proof positive?" winking toward Mrs.
"Your maid wishes to speak to you," he said, handing the telephone to her. Her face brightened with that nervous hope that springs in the human breast even in the blackest moments. "I told her if any message came for me she might find me here," explained Miss Guerrero. "Yes, Juanita, what is it a message for me?"
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