his dagger; but, just in time to escape the blow, Martin had grasped Andre's uplifted arm. Andre tried in vain to disengage it, and Martin, wresting the poignard from his adversary's hand, plunged it into his very heart.
Martin threw himself into the arms of the marquis, who shouted impetuously, " Now quick, off, off to the mountains; wait no further bidding, but fly!"
At this instant old Samuel made his appearance, and flinging himself upon Certa's body, drew out a small pocketbook which the dead man had upon him. The action did not however escape the observation of Martin, who, turning upon the Jew, snatched the book from his hands, and turning over the leaves, extracted a paper, which, with an exclamation of joy, he handed to the marquis.
The marquis looked confounded as he slowly read the words, "Received of Señor André Certa the sum of 100,000 piastres: which I undertake to restore, if Sarah, whom I saved from the wreck of the San José, should not prove to be the daughter and sole heiress of the Marquis Don Vegal."
"Daughter! my daughter!" exclaimed the bewildered Spaniard, and hurried towards the apartment where Sarah was concealed.
The girl had gone. Father Joachim was there, covered in blood, and could only utter a few disjointed words, "Sambo . . . carried off . . . Rio Madeira!"
CHAPTER X
UNITED IN DEATH
"Off," said Martin Paz, "let us be off!"
And without saying a word, the marquis quickly followed the Indian's lead. His daughter! Yes, at all hazards he must find his daughter.
Mules were brought without delay, and the two men mounted. They had buckled on large gaiters below their knees, and put on broad-brimmed straw hats to shade their heads; they carried pistols in their holsters, and their rifles were slung to their sides. Martin had fastened his lasso around him, attaching one end to the harness of his mule.
Well enough did he know every plain and every pass of that mountain-chain, and had no doubt as to the district
