down the forest trail and then turns toward the mountains with a heavy sigh.
Ashley drops to the rear of the little procession, lights a cigar and relapses into a reverie. Suddenly he bethinks him of the locket which he picked up on the scene of last night's struggle.
Although his eyes never before rested upon it, as he looks at it now the locket has almost a familiar appearance. He is somewhat prepared for the surprise which follows his pressing of the spring.
The locket formerly contained two miniatures. One has been removed. That which yet remains is an exquisite portrait of Louise Hathaway.
As Ashley stares at the gold ornament with its broken bit of chain he realizes that he is looking upon the locket supposed to have been removed from the watch-chain of Roger Hathaway the night the aged cashier came to his death in the Raymond National Bank.
CHAPTER XLV.
THE DOVE AND THE SERPENT.
"Whoa, Rozinante! If thou art as weary of this road
as I, good beast, a rest will not go against thy grain,
or grass. What say you to a halt of half an hour within
the shade of this royal palm?"
It is the afternoon of the third day since Ashley's return to Santiago, and, having parted with Don Carlos and the escorting party on the edge of Santos, this is the first opportunity Jack has had to ride out to La Quinta de Quesada and pay his respects to Don Manuel's beautiful daughter; for the last three days have been busy ones for the newspaper man. Truenos has arrived with his fleet from Havana, and the next week promises to be big with the fate of Cuba Libre.
Ashley left Santiago an hour ago, and at the rate he
