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He is a delightful companion, full of fun, and always laughing and joking. Plaza is older and more of a soldier, but I owe a great deal to his kindness." "We will endeavour to repay it, my boy," said she brightly, kissing me good-night. "Don't stay up too long. Remember you have to attend the levee in the morning." When she had retired, I asked my father for news of Raymon Sorillo.
Lajolle is a very nice girl," and tomorrow they will say: "What a very nice woman Madame Raymon is." She belongs, in a word, to that immense number of girls whom one is glad to have for one's wife, till the moment comes when one discovers that one happens to prefer all other women to that particular woman whom one has married. "Well," you will say to me, "what on earth did you get married for?"
She broke down utterly. I tried to comfort her, and failed. She did nothing but cry, "Save him, Juan, save him!" I had no faith in my power to help her, but I could not tell her so. Why Raymon Sorillo had done this I knew no more than she unless, indeed, he had discovered Don Felipe conspiring with the Royalists.
However, I repeated my statement, told him we had fought under the Englishman Miller, and at last introduced the name of Raymon Sorillo. "We know him well," I said in conclusion, "and are good friends of the Silver Key."
That key and the name of Raymon Sorillo will obtain it for you from every patriot in the mountains of Peru. For the present, farewell. When you return from Chili we shall meet again." Without waiting for my thanks he bade adieu to José and then, spurring his horse into a gallop, he disappeared.
She is a girl such as you may find by the gross, well adapted for matrimony, without any apparent faults, and with no particularly striking qualities. People say of her: "Mlle. Lajolle is a very nice girl," and to-morrow they will say: "What a very nice woman Madame Raymon is."
On seeing the key the fellow's manner changed instantly. "How did you get that?" he asked. "Are you one of us?" The question could hardly be considered a compliment, but it assured me both of safety and of good treatment. "If you belong to the Order of the Silver Key," I remarked, "and recognize the authority of Raymon Sorillo, all is well. He is my friend, and will give me shelter."
"Are you alone?" asked the voice, with just a tinge of suspicion. "Yes," I replied. "I am Juan Crawford, and am looking for Raymon Sorillo. Can you take me to him?" A man stepped from behind a rock, and eyeing me suspiciously, exclaimed, "Wait, señor. I cannot leave my post, but I will call for a guide;" and putting his hand to his mouth, he whistled softly.
I have come here for him. Do not let me go back alone. Am I to say to my father, 'You are foolish in thinking the Indians care for you; they care nothing! I asked of them a boon in your name, and they refused it'? Raymon Sorillo, I appeal to you, give me this man's life for my father's sake!" I looked at him earnestly, hoping to find a spark of mercy in his eyes. Alas, there was none!
As it was, I stayed contentedly in the valley, waiting until the Indians received the signal to move. From that time we heard rumours of hard fighting in various parts of the country, and about the middle of March 1821 a messenger arrived from Raymon Sorillo.
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