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Only papers in the yellow silk-papers with queer marks on. Valdez think it maybe a charm to work evil, so he burn them up all up!" "Burned that rare map!" gasped Tom. "All in fire," went on Tal, indicating by his hands the play of flames. "Valdez throw away yellow silk, and I take for my arrows so rain not wash off poison. I give to you, if you like, with blow gun."
But Valdez thought of no menaces in connection with the border folk. He was a kind-hearted fellow, to whom all men were friends. "Travellers, or a party camped for the night," he said interestedly, as if the presence of other human beings must be welcomed gladly. He rode out toward the sound of that tinkling bell, and in a moment he was guided more certainly by the blaze of a camp-fire.
The musical portion of the party, and the unmusical alike, joined in the chorus. Then the party received a welcome addition. Valdez, the great composer, who had written many successful operas and had lived so much abroad that he cared now for nothing but British music, looked in after a patriotic concert given in order to help the unengaged professionals.
First siege of Leyden Commencement of the second Description of the city Preparations for defence Letters of Orange Act of amnesty issued by Requesens Its conditions Its reception by the Hollanders Correspondence of the Glippers Sorties and fierce combats beneath the walls of Leyden Position of the Prince His project of relief Magnanimity of the people Breaking of the dykes Emotions in the city and the besieging camp Letter of the Estates of Holland Dangerous illness of the Prince The "wild Zealanders" Admiral Boisot commences his voyage Sanguinary combat on the Land Scheiding Occupation of that dyke and of the Green Way Pauses and Progress of the flotilla The Prince visits the fleet Horrible sufferings in the city Speech of Van der Werf Heroism of the inhabitants The Admiral's letters The storm Advance of Boisot Lammen fortress An anxious night Midnight retreat of the Spaniards The Admiral enters the city Thanksgiving in the great church The Prince in Leyden Parting words of Valdez Mutiny Leyden University founded The charter Inauguration ceremonies.
The man who had lowered Arithelli from the window of the house in the Calle de Pescadores, made his way first to where Arithelli lay and stood beside her. He could only see dimly the outline of a figure which might have been either that of a man or woman. "Bring a light here," Valdez called impatiently. "Which of them is it?"
These boys might be called young Alaskans, for although the town of Valdez itself was not more than a few years old, their fathers had helped found the town and were prominent in its business affairs. Mr. Hardy was engaged in railway contracts on the new railroad, and Mr. Wilcox was chief of engineers on the same road. Rob's father, Mr.
Lie down between the Drums an' go to bye-bye. Those two boys will watch your slumbers. Now I remember comrades Old playmates on new seas Whenas we traded orpiment Among the savages. Ten thousand leagues to southward, And thirty years removed They knew not noble Valdez, But me they knew and loved. Song of Diego Valdez.
"Paper Valdez burn tell of lost city?" asked Tal, his face lighting up. "Yes. But now, of course, we can't tell where to dig for it." The Indian turned to his wife and talked rapidly with her in their own dialect. She, too, seemed greatly excited, making quick gestures. Finally she ran out of the hut. "Where is she going?" asked Tom suspiciously. "To get her grandfather. He very old Indian.
"I don't know; but the young fellow is a Hollander and his face is familiar to me." "Conduct him here; but don't interrupt us until the ceremony of taking the oath is over. The messenger can tell Valdez what he has seen and heard here. It will do the Castilian good, to know in advance what we intend."
"Do you want to marry this young man, Carmencita?" "I never told him anything of the sort," she flamed. "I didn't quite ask what you had told him. The question is whether you love him." "But no; I love you," she blushed. "I hope so," smiled her father. "But do you love him? An honest answer, if you please." "Could I love a rebel?" "No Yankee answers, muchacha. Do you love Juan Valdez?"
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