The two went out and did their shopping in the quaint stores that abound on the main thoroughfare, and then Estella paid a visit to a leading jeweler's establishment. When she came forth she had in her bosom a beautiful bejeweled dagger. It had taken all of her money, but she felt more secure with the weapon in her possession. There was no telling what might occur should she run away. Noon came, and the general appeared with the information that the first train would not start until half-past eight in the evening. He said no more about Lieutenant Mazenas, being full of war news, and of the fact that the rebels had attacked so many trains. "They may attack this train to-night," he said. "If they do, I will join in fighting them off!" He would not allow Estella to go out after luncheon, and so the afternoon wore away slowly until it was near six o'clock. Suddenly Cara, who stood by the window of the room, uttered a cry of recognition. "Señor Sherwood!" she whispered, that the general, who was writing at a table, might not hear. Estella sprang to the open casement and was in time to see Howard turning a far corner. He was not looking toward her, but in the opposite direction. "Gone!" she murmured, as he disappeared. "I wonder how long he will remain in Santiago?" she speculated, never dreaming that he intended to leave by row-boat that very evening. "Did you speak, Estella?" asked the general, abstractedly. "No, papa," was the reply, and the girl held up a warning finger to Cara, who nodded. "I fancy," General Corona continued, still scratching away with his pen, "the lieutenant will soon have his hands full. He is guarding a section of the railroad, you see." "Then he ought not to think of marrying until the war is over," returned Estella; and the general, who was just then too busy to argue, allowed the subject to drop. At first Estella was tempted to leave the hotel, in the hope of meeting Howard, but she reflected that her father might grow suspicious, and then, too, the young war correspondent had been walking so rapidly it would now be next to impossible to overtake him. "And he may not want to see me," she thought, but, woman-like, she would have been willing to risk that. Dinner was served, and at the time mentioned they were at the railroad station, where were gathered some fifty people, anxious and brave enough to take the trip into the interior. Soon the train came along, the engineer's cab and tender protected by sheets of iron, and guarded front and rear by a dozen picked Spanish soldiers. It did not take the crowd long to get aboard and find what they considered were the safest places. Without a whistle or the ringing of a bell, the locomotive and the two cars started on their way, the people on the platform wishing those on board a safe journey to their various destinations. Whether the train would go through safely was highly problematical.