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Cucumetto had been there, however, by accident, as he said, and had carried the maiden off. Carlini besought his chief to make an exception in Rita's favor, as her father was rich, and could pay a large ransom. Cucumetto seemed to yield to his friend's entreaties, and bade him find a shepherd to send to Rita's father at Frosinone.
As Rita started out for home, I rose to accompany her to the boat. "No, no!" she cried. "Why! you are under doctor's orders." "I have to work to-morrow, Rita, so I might as well try myself out now, as later." I was shaky at the knees, but, with Rita's arm round my waist, I managed to make the journey with little trouble. As we got to her boat, Rita pouted. "What's the matter now, little maid?"
"You are alone here, Señor Delmonte?" she asked, glancing around the solitary dell. "Yes," said the young man, composedly. "I'm in hiding." Rita's eyes flashed. Hiding! a son of Cuba! skulking about in the woods, while his brother soldiers were at the front, or, like Carlos, guarding the hill passes! This was indeed being only half a Cuban.
Inscriptions in every variety of sprawling hand testified to the undying love of Conchita, Dolores, Manuela, and a dozen others, for their all-beautiful Margarita, to part from whom was death. If this were literally true, the youthful population of Cuba must have been sensibly diminished by Rita's departure.
Her maid was in bed, and had not been awakened by Rita's entrance. After a time she managed to grope her way to her bedroom, where, turning up the light, she sank down helplessly upon the bed. Her mental state was peculiar, and her thoughts revolved about the journey from Oxford Street homeward.
But Rita's heart was a poor place for such thoughts to thrive, and when she arose next morning, after a sleepless night of mingled joy and sorrow, she was almost as unhappy as she had been the previous morning.
Dic did not consider himself obliged to release Rita's hand at once, and as she evidently thought it would be impolite to withdraw it, there is no telling what mistakes might have happened had not Tom appeared upon the scene. Tom seated himself beside Dic just as that young man dropped Rita's hand, and just as the young lady moved a little way toward her end of the log.
When the joyful tidings had reached the children, Rita's thin legs might have been seen flying through the high grass. In the magnetism of the bright presence of the young soldier, all the sad forebodings seemed to vanish into thin air. While listening to his brave words of hope, they forgot that the sunny hours of this most happy day were hastening by.
"Everything," as Rita had asked, was told volubly, until Dic, perhaps by accident, clasped Rita's hand. His failure to do so earlier in the afternoon had been an oversight; but after the oversight had been corrected, comparative silence and watching the fire from the ciphering log proved a sufficiently pleasant pastime, and amply good enough for them. Good enough!
If self-defence could be established and owing to the fact that neither Dic nor Rita was to testify, that would be difficult to accomplish Dic would go free. These enormous "ifs" complicated the case, and Dic was detained in jail till Doug's fate should be known. I shall not try to tell you of Rita's suffering.
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