"Never mind how I escaped--I am here to speak to you. My object in entering this city is to find Leon--you must take me to him--it is the price of my happiness with Georgia--when and where can I see you again--appoint a _rendezvous_, I pray you." This is what he said hastily almost in her pretty ear--she was quick of comprehension, and by the look upon her face he knew she had grasped the situation. One glance she shot toward Julio, who just at the moment seemed deeply engrossed with the antics of the men who were running over the roofs like a lot of monkeys. Roderic pressed even closer, eager to hear what she might say, since it concerned his future state as connected with Georgia. "At Senor Pedro Sanchez the tobacconist, on the Grand Plaza--at eight o'clock--to-morrow--_Madre de Dios_ protect you, senor! Do not longer delay!" It was enough. He knew he could find the place and keep the appointment. Her warning was well timed too, for just as he turned away Julio came to her side. It was a rare piece of good fortune that had kept him away thus long. Julio seemed uneasy and suspicious--he even glanced sharply at every one near by as though some inward monitor warned him he was being outgeneraled. The bystanders were to all appearances quite innocent of wrong intentions, and he could not run after the man who walked away so composedly, demanding that he then and there give an account of himself--those in whose veins bounds the hot blood of Spain stand no such peremptory challenges as that, and the answer just as likely as not would be the drawn arm, the glint of polished steel, the thud of a _cuchillo_ striking home--ugh! he wanted not of that sort. Oh! yes, Julio knew all about this, for his education while neglected in some other particulars was quite up to date when it came to the stir and danger of war--he had been through many a little engagement himself during his checkered career, and knew just what he would do under similar conditions. Wherefore his exceeding caution. It was the development of this trait that had given Julio so long a lease on life in spite of his many entanglements. Roderic now made it his business to quit the stirring locality. Little he cared to what lengths the mob went in their vigorous search--they could tear the old town wide open; but he had good reason to doubt whether they would receive any reward, since it was himself they sought, and he had high hopes of continuing to avoid their clutches. The morning would find him on the plaza, with his eyes fastened upon the tobacconist's jaunty little shop--did he not know it well, for had he not many a time in the past loitered in that same queer establishment, selecting prime weeds from Senor Pedro's carefully arranged stock, and discussing the affairs of the universe with the white bearded philosopher who guided the destinies of the rendezvous where men met and formed plans and sought advice.