"She? Bah! She is dead. I know that," said Rita, triumphantly. Russell shuddered more than ever. Dead! dead! he thought. What a thought of horror! And how? Was it this woman that did the deed--this fiend from the robbers' hold--to make room for herself? Russell felt that she was capable of any enormity, and his soul sickened at the thought. He groaned, and was silent. "Dead, I tell you! dead! She is dead! Aha! you think me fool, simple, aha! But I know, I know to take car' of the number one! Aha! how you like that, meestaire? "And now leest'n," continued Rita. "You not fly? Very well. You sall come to the castle. You sall stay with the capitan. You sall tell him all--I tell him all. He sall judge and decidar. Come! come! You sall not stay here. You sall go and restar you old bone." Rita motioned to him sternly to follow, and Russell obeyed. He was not at all disinclined to move in this direction, since it led him to the friendly protection of the castle. It was with uncommon vigor and nimbleness that he followed his tormentor down the steep side, and across the brook at the bottom, and up the other side. Rita noticed this, and said, scornfully: "You too weak to go one two mile on the level groun', but you strong enough to descendar and ascendar these cliff. But wait, ola man--remember if you falsami I sall haf my venganza. Now you go and spik to the capitan, and you see what he sall do for you." Rita said no more, but led Russell along until they reached the castle. There Russell seated himself on the stone floor among the soldiers, feeling safer here than anywhere, while Rita went away. Russell supposed that she had gone in search of Lopez to tell her own story first. He was right. Lopez had been very busy, but Rita was able, after all, to obtain a hearing from him sufficiently long to enable her to plead her cause in her own way. She told Lopez all. Now Lopez was under great obligations to Rita, and was willing to do almost anything for her. At the same time, he was the bitter enemy of Russell. Here there was an opportunity open to him to evince gratitude and to obtain vengeance. He appreciated the situation most fully. He promised Rita that he would do whatever she wished. "I only wish one thing," said Rita: "make him keep his promise." "I will," said Lopez. "Will you make him marry me?" "I will," said Lopez. "I have a priest here. I have brought him here, for I expect to be married myself to a lady whom I have long loved in vain. I have rescued her from these foul brigands, and she will not now refuse me. And I promise, Rita, that you shall be married to your dear one at the same time that I am married to mine, and by the same priest." Upon this Rita was voluble in the expression of her gratitude.