CHAPTER XVII.

The cheek of the American blanched, and she looked earnestly at her

friend, as if she did not take in the full meaning of her words. She

spoke in a whisper:

"Tell me what you mean."

The other rose from her chair, walked across the room to the closed

door, and turned the big key in the massive lock. Then she lifted the

ponderous bar and dropped it into place.

"It may not be necessary," she said, as she came back, sat down and

took the hand which she had released; "for though some of the servants

may be in the next room, or in the hall outside, none can hear what we

say. It will do no harm, however, to be certain. If you could have

your wish you would be in Zalapata tonight?"

"Most assuredly I should."

"Because the Major is there, but if he chanced to be away, your

situation would be no better than at Atlamalco."

"I am certain it would be a thousand-fold better."

"I am afraid, dear friend from the North, that I see some things

clearer than you; General Bambos is just as much infatuated with your

loveliness as General Yozarro."

"But he has a wife and family!" was the horrified exclamation of Miss

Starland.

"That makes not the slightest difference to him."

An expression of unutterable scorn darkened the face of the American.

"Impossible as it seems, Manuela, I must believe you. How can you live

here?" she asked with impulsive disgust; "you cannot trust _any_ man

in this country."

"Ah, my dear Warrenia, they are not all alike; I certainly know _one_

who is different from the two we have been talking about."

And the dark countenance became delightfully darker, and was aglow

with the radiance of perfect love and trust.

"I am glad to assure you I believe every word you say; I forgot

Captain Ramon Ortega, the brave officer and faultless gentleman,

whose greatest good fortune is to come when he wins you."

"And his good fortune will be no greater than mine; but, Warrenia, to

leave the most winsome of subjects for the most hateful, you will be

safer at Zalapata with Major Jack, but neither of you will be secure

until you are on the yacht and beyond reach of General Bambos, as well

as of General Yozarro. I could almost advise you to wait here, and yet

something whispers it will not do."

"But how am I to leave? It will not do to attempt the journey alone to

Zalapata, and what way is there of sending word thither?"

"Why shall we not have our ponies brought up and ride direct to the

capital? They are here already, with proper saddles. We can start

tomorrow after breaking fast, and we should reach the capital by

nightfall."

"Do you know the route?"

"As well as the walks around the old Seminary, where we spent the

happiest days of our lives; I have gone over it many times in my

girlhood and have done so since coming home."

"Neither of us carries any firearms and we must face danger."

"I was never in any danger, though I suppose there must be more or

less of it. I shouldn't like to meet a jaguar, tiger cat or zaratu,

but we might do so without any harm coming to us."

"What of the serpents?"

"The big ones are near the streams and in the marshy country; we have

a few coral snakes with their black heads and ringed bodies, but we

are as safe from them without as with firearms. This part of the world

is not so much infested as others. If I have no hesitation in making

the venture should you feel any?"

"I do not; shall we take an escort?"

"It would seem we ought to do so, but I believe it best to have none."

"For what reason?"

"They would be soldiers of General Yozarro."

The significance of these words was not lost upon the other, who

hastened to say:

"Let us go alone."

They sat communing until the night was far advanced. Their plans for

the morrow may be summarized in what has been stated. Both believed

that no special risk would be run in venturing upon a journey of

something more than twenty miles by daylight, without firearms or

escort. As a rule, strangers had little to fear in passing through any

section of either republic, and there were several native huts along

the trail, where the Senorita had obtained refreshment and secured

lodging on some of the journeys that were begun too late in the day to

be completed before nightfall. Although she was always in the company

of others, it was not on account of any misgiving or fear on her part.

Very rarely or never was a wheeled vehicle seen either in Zalapata or

Atlamalco, and the connecting roads were naturally no more than simple

trails; but all of these were so clearly marked that there was no

cause for even a stranger losing his way. While the bifurcation of the

river made the water communication between the republics more

convenient, many preferred the overland journey. The ride through the

craggy mountains, whose width may be roughly given as less than half a

dozen miles, was romantic and easy enough when made on the back of a

horse.

The strange, disturbing situation in which Miss Starland found herself

kept her awake long after the gentle breathing of her friend at her

side told her she was unconscious. The conditions were so singular and

so alarming that at times she was mystified and doubted the wisdom of

the course they had decided upon. She could not believe that the path

was as free from danger as the Senorita supposed. None the less, she

was resolved to make the venture. There was one comforting feature

about it all: if they were followed and brought back under some

pretext by the soldiers of General Yozarro, no unpleasant consequences

would result therefrom to them. The man would be ready with some

plausible justification of his course, but would be as effusive in his

courtesy as ever. Finally the sorely troubled one slept.

Neither awoke until the sunlight streamed through the narrow windows,

and then the two were roused by the knocking on the outer door, and

the call of Juanita that she was waiting with their food. She was

admitted and the meal on the broad silver tray was set on the stand in

the middle of the apartment. Nothing could have been more appetizing,

in that smothering climate, consisting as it did wholly of fruit, and

delicious cocoa, including prepared rice, mandioc and cassava, the

last being the most popular food in that part of the world.

Juanita having left the meal, courtesied, called down the blessings of

the saints upon the visitors, and, assuring them that it would be her

happiness to come whenever wanted and to act the part of slave all her

life to them, went away, and once more our friends were alone. The

Senorita did not fasten the door, for there was no call to do so, and

in due time, the two drew up their chairs and partook of the food with

the zest of youth and health. There was abundance for both and they

fully enjoyed it. By and by, Juanita returned and removed the remains

of the repast.

Miss Starland walked to each of the narrow windows in turn and gazed

out over the surrounding country. One of the openings gave a view of

the Rio Rubio, as it wound to the eastward, until its reunion and

onward flow to the Atlantic. She descried a catboat leaning far over

and skimming up stream toward Atlamalco, and a canoe, in which were

two natives, was observed, as one of the occupants swung his paddle

like an American Indian and drove the tiny craft toward the northern

shore. But as her vision roved up and down the river, she failed to

see that for which she longed above everything else. The yacht which

had brought her to this part of the world was still absent. In neither

direction could she catch a glimpse of Atlamalco or Zalapata. The

other window opened to the south, or toward the mountains, where the

view had no interest for her.

As she had done before, she remarked upon the massiveness of the walls

and the straightness of the window openings.

"They are so narrow that we could not force ourselves through."

"Our old buccaneer friend must have had them made thus on purpose.

Suppose some of those who hated him--which means all the

others--should have become strong enough to clamber up the walls

on the outside,--was it not well to make it impossible for them

to enter the Castle?"

The matter, however, was of slight interest to our friends and they

hurried their preparations for the journey. The Senorita donned her

hat and led the way down the steps to the outside. To both it looked

as if the number of guards had been increased during the night, for

more than a dozen were in sight, without regarding those who had lain

down to rest. The young women were saluted by all as they appeared,

and the soldiers whom they recognized as their escort of the night

before, came forward to learn their wishes.

"Carlos, the ponies that brought us here are still with you?"

"They are, Senorita."

"Have them saddled and brought out; we are to ride to Zalapata today,

and wish to make an early start."

The man removed his hat, bowed and spoke with the utmost respect:

"I am grieved not to hasten to comply with your commands; but we have

orders from General Yozarro that the Senoritas are to remain here till

he comes, which will be in a few hours, I think. It fills my heart

with sorrow, but as a soldier, the Senorita knows that no choice is

left to me."

And this time, he made two obesiances,--one for each of the dumfounded

young women.

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