Fortune and strength went hand in hand for the next two days and the famished, worn-out company came to the coast. The wounded men were half-delirious once more for lack of proper attention, and the hardships of travel. But the ill-wind had spent its force. Bray's instructions were to place his charges on board ship at San Fernando de Union, and then await further orders in the little coast town. It meant good-bye to Jane, and that meant more to him than, he was willing to admit, despite all that she had said to him. He went to her when the ship was ready to leave port. "Good-bye!" he said. "I'm more grieved than I can tell you, because I believe you think I am a cad." "Lieutenant Bray, a cad never would have helped me as you have helped me, in spite of yourself. Good-bye!" He went out of her life in that moment. There were vexatious delays, however, before sailings Almost at the last moment Jane was approached by Teresa Velasquez, now partly dressed as a Red Cross nurse. The Spanish girl was nervous and uneasy. Her dark eyes held two ever changing lights--one sombre, the other bright and piercing. "I have decided to wait for the next ship," she announced briefly. "You are not going with us?" cried Jane in surprise and distress. "What has happened?" "It is impossible; I cannot go with you. Pray do not ask for my reason. Good-bye. Will you say good-bye to--to him for me?" Jane was silent for a long time, studying the eyes of the Spanish girl. "I think I understand," she said at last, taking Teresa's hands in hers. "It is better that it be ended here," said Teresa, "I have endured it as long as I can. You have been good to me, and I want to say good-bye while there is love for you in my heart. I am afraid to stay near you--and him. Don't you see? I cannot go on in this way." "Oh, Teresa!" "Yes, yes, I know it is wrong, but how can I help it? I've loved him ever since I first saw him--saved his life." Jane was astounded. The thrust pierced her to the quick. "Saved his life?" "Yes, though he does not know it. It was when we were prisoners of the Filipinos. My poor brother was dying. From the convent Aguinaldo and his men were watching and directing the fight on the plaza. They paid no attention to me--a girl. The noise of the fighting men was terrible, and I climbed up to a window where I could see. Suddenly, below me, I saw two men fighting apart from the struggling mass. In an instant it flashed through my mind that the Filipino was overpowering the other--was going to kill him. Although I hated them equally, there was something in the young soldier's face--I could not see him murdered. I seized a pistol that was lying near me and fired; the Filipino fell. In terror of the deed and fear of discovery, I ran to my brother. In a moment the Americans broke into the convent. You know the rest." Jane was suffering the keenest pangs of jealousy, and asked, excitedly: "You--you did that?"