After this the boy went back to the council-room; but what was his surprise at finding it barred and bolted, whilst a soldier, who was guarding it, said respectfully that the Governor’s orders were that no one might enter. ’That does not include me,’ said Carlo, angrily. ’Pardon, noble Señor Carlo; the Marquis said, "Not even my son."’ [Illustration: _CARLO REFUSED ADMISSION_ (missing from book)] Carlo turned away, too indignant to say anything in answer; and then he went sorrowfully upstairs to get some comfort where he knew he should always find it. He told the girls what had just happened, adding: ’It is very unjust of my father.’ Then, as Felipa blushed with sorrow, he added: ’No, I ought not to say that, for I fancy he did not mean to exclude me, only that stupid Luis wished to show his importance and invented the order.’ ’Tell me, dear Carlo,’ put in Etta, eagerly, ’did you speak to the English boy? I saw the soldier escort him and his fellow down the hill; and how I wished I could have had a few words with him!’ ’What! with a pirate, Etta? But would that I could go into the council-room! If my father decides to despatch several hundred men, he must give me the command of at least a little band. You should see how well I could command.’ ’Your noble father only meant, Señorito, that you must not disturb the meeting,’ said Catalina, joining in; ’and I know there is a door at the other end, which is made but of light bamboos, and you can hear well enough there all that goes on.’ Catalina spoke with so much certainty that it seemed as if she had herself been eavesdropping. Carlo was delighted with the idea. ’Is that so, Catalina? The saints reward you, you dear old woman! I will give you a silk kerchief worked in gold thread the next time a merchant ship comes here from Panama. Ah, Etta, I am afraid you will never see your fair English boy again, so do not expect it, unless we take him prisoner; then I will spare him for your sake. That is a bargain. Now, Catalina, come and show me your secret way.’ And delighted that he should not be quite excluded from hearing the plans of defence, the eager Carlo followed Catalina, quite believing that after all it was not his father but the stupid guard Luis who had prevented him from joining in the council of war. He was, however, soon to be undeceived. CHAPTER VII. TREACHERY. An hour later, when the Governor came out of the council-chamber and was entering his own private room, he looked ten years older. At this moment Carlo rushed into the room and threw himself at his father’s feet. Don Estevan looked much surprised, and the papers he held in his hand shook visibly. ’Father, you cannot mean it!’ cried the Governor’s only son, ’say it is not true! There is yet time: the messengers have not yet started. I beseech you think better of it. I heard everything.’