myself together just in season to avoid making a fool of myself. Perhaps my vigilance would be relaxed if I could ascertain the precise relations existing between Juanita and Carlos. I never saw two persons more wrapped up in each other, and yet Juanita" He stops and repeats the name, dwelling upon each syllable. "Pshaw! I believe I am getting soft in my head! G'lang, old nag, or we won't get to Santiago before midnight."
It is the 5th of April. Ashley has been in Santiago two weeks, and during the fortnight he has, in one way or another, kept his paper well supplied with news. He has also found many opportunities to run out to the quinta, and the welcome has always been so warm, and the adios so sincerely regretful, that he has begun to wonder whether his interest in the beautiful daughter of Don Manuel de Quesada is not lapping over the shadowy line that separates friendship from a sentiment which poets contend to be more powerful and philosophers regard as infinitely weaker.
Ashley has seen Murillo several times since his arrival, and between the Spanish general and the newspaper man something of friendship has grown. Murillo left for Havana two days before, to join the captain-general, who, it is reported, proposed to transfer his headquarters to Santiago.
When Jack reaches his hotel he is informed that a horse has been left for him at the stables.
"For me?" he inquires in surprise, as he goes out and looks upon a magnificent iron-gray beast fit for a king on coronation day.
For Senor Ashley, he is assured. It was brought during the afternoon. Jack looks the acquisition over, and then, turning to the trappings which hang near by, he discovers a bit of paper attached to the saddle. On it is written the single word "Navarro" and the mystery is cleared.
"By Jove! This is generous," he says. "But I'm blessed if I know where to send my thanks."
Dawn finds Ashley in the saddle and he makes quite a brave appearance as he rides away. He is clad in a suit
