it better to lay the matter before my general-of-division, Robles, a friend of my family, who had appointed me his aide-de-camp lately. </p> <p> &ldquo;He took it out of my hands at once without any ceremony. </p> <p> &ldquo;&lsquo;In the house! of course he is in the house,&rsquo; he said contemptuously. &lsquo;You ought to have gone sword in hand inside and demanded his surrender, instead of chatting with a Royalist girl in the porch. Those people should have been hunted out of that long ago. Who knows how many spies they have harboured right in the very midst of our camps? A safe-conduct from the Commander-in-Chief! The audacity of the fellow! Ha! ha! Now we shall catch him to-night, and then we shall find out, without any safe-conduct, what he has got to say, that is so very important. Ha! ha! ha!&rsquo; </p> <p> &ldquo;General Robles, peace to his soul, was a short, thick man, with round, staring eyes, fierce and jovial. Seeing my distress he added: </p> <p> &ldquo;&lsquo;Come, come, chico. I promise you his life if he does not resist. And that is not likely. We are not going to break up a good soldier if it can be helped. I tell you what! I am curious to see your strong man. Nothing but a general will do for the picaro&mdash;well, he shall have a general to talk to. Ha! ha! I shall go myself to the catching, and you are coming with me, of course.&rsquo; </p> <p> &ldquo;And it was done that same night. Early in the evening the house and the orchard were surrounded quietly. Later on the General and I left a ball we were attending in town and rode out at an easy gallop. At some little distance from the house we pulled up. A mounted orderly held our horses. A low whistle warned the men watching all along the ravine, and we walked up to the porch softly. The barricaded house in the moonlight seemed empty. </p> <p> &ldquo;The General knocked at the door. After a time a woman&rsquo;s voice within asked who was there. My chief nudged me hard. I gasped. </p> <p> &ldquo;&lsquo;It is I, Lieutenant Santierra,&rsquo; I stammered out, as if choked. &lsquo;Open the door.&rsquo; </p> <p> &ldquo;It came open slowly. The girl, holding a thin taper in her hand, seeing another man with me, began to back away before us slowly, shading the light with her hand. Her impassive white face looked ghostly. I followed behind General Robles. Her eyes were fixed on mine. I made a gesture of helplessness behind my chief&rsquo;s back, trying at the same time to give a reassuring expression to my face. None of us three uttered a sound. </p> <p> &ldquo;We found ourselves in a room with bare floor and walls. There was a rough table and a couple of stools in it, nothing else whatever.