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The drying out was soon ended. Then, what was left had been preserved in a vacuum through sixty millions of years. Frank Nelsen had glimpsed ancient Mars, preserved on the Moon. Now he glimpsed its opponent culture, about which more was generally known. "It's real," Ramos grunted. "Hoppers find surface-fragments like this, quite often."
Something must be done, and at once. Presently, he asked: "What is your name?" "My father was Colonel Ramos Jose Velasquez; that also is my brother's name, except that he is not an officer. I am Teresa Fortune Velasquez. My mother was English a sister of Sir William Fortune. She is dead. For ten years we have lived in Manila." "You won't mind if I call the sergeant, will you?"
"My dear Ramos," exclaimed Don Inocencio, "yours is an enviable position. To distinguish yourself, to raise yourself above the base multitude, to put yourself on an equality with the greatest heroes of the earth, to be able to say that the hand of God guides your hand oh, what grandeur and honor! My friend, this is not flattery. What dignity, what nobleness, what magnanimity!
"With regard to the guerillas," said Dona Perfecta, when they had finished drinking, "all I will say is do as your conscience dictates to you." "I know nothing about dictations," cried Ramos. "I will do whatever the mistress pleases!" "I can give you no advice on so important a matter," answered Dona Perfecta with the cautiousness and moderation which so well became her.
A noise at the street-door was heard, then the voice of Caballuco speaking to the servant, and a little later the hero of Orbajosa entered the room. "What is the news? Give us the news, Senor Ramos," said the priest. "Come! If you don't give us some hope in exchange for your supper and our hospitality What is going on in Villahorrenda?"
The deep eyes of the girl of the morning were the lights that he saw as he lay staring up at the palmetto tops; and what sent his blood racing too swiftly for sleep was the memory of her flushed face and tossing hair as she had defied her aunt and Ramos in order to help two men whom she had seen for only a few minutes before.
Major Ramos spoke in a low tone from the darkness above, calling for a volunteer boat's crew to reconnoiter and to look for an opening through the reef. Before the words were out of his mouth O'Reilly had offered himself. Ten minutes later he found himself at the steering-oar of one of the ship's life-boats, heading shoreward.
Ramos turned slightly pale, while he fixed on Dona Perfecta a strange look in which terror and respect were blended. "Yes, man; don't look at me in that way. You know already that I am not afraid of bugaboos. Do you want me to speak plainly to you now? Well, you are a coward." Ramos, moving about restlessly in his chair, like one who is troubled with the itch, seemed greatly disturbed.
When Philadelphia, Washington, then Baltimore, and finally Richmond were left behind, Miss Evans was, in truth, ready to explode, and her two companions were in a similar frame of mind. Major Ramos was not naturally a silent man; he had all the loquacity of the Latin, and all the Latin's appreciation of a pretty woman; he made no secret of the fact that his orders irked him.
Ah, rogue! you want to deceive me and make me your accomplice in some piece of villany." "Of course what do you suppose?" said Maria Remedios ironically. "Between Ramos and me we are going to slaughter a great many people to-night." "Don't jest! I tell you again that I will not advise Ramos to do any thing that has the appearance of evil I think he is outside."
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