Almonte.
Your Excellency's command has been obeyed.
Miss Elsie Bradburn, at my proffered escort,
Gave her consent to go and see James Travis,
Whom now she waits upon with tender care.
O'erjoyed to see her prayer fulfilled, she charged me
At earliest opportunity to lay
Her gratitude before Your Excellency.
Santa Anna.
Ha, ha! so birds feel grateful to the snarer
Who promises to them their favorite food.
'Tis well, Almonte; thou mayst go,—but wait!
Hast thou perchance in Colonel Bradburn's tent
Perceived some more or less uncommon signs
Apt to arouse thy curiosity?
Almonte.
None in his tent: the more his daughter's conduct
Appeared to me a riddle and surprise.
Santa Anna.
What was it? tell me quick!
Almonte.
Seemed on her mind, the fear about her father,
For whose return she looked with anxious care.
But then again she could not well conceal
