Once in the camp, Estella and her maid were made as comfortable as possible in a spacious tent. Cara was over-joyed to see Tomasso, who had attached himself to the young war correspondent's company. Howard went off and came back in an hour, smiling quietly to himself. "I have been talking to one of the chaplains attached to the camp," he said, as he drew her aside. "He is a most worthy man, and was formerly the rector of one of the Episcopal churches at Santiago. He says he would be greatly pleased to perform the ceremony for us, at any time you may select." Estella's heart gave a bound, and she blushed with maidenly modesty. He drew her to him fondly, and at last she whispered a few words into his ear. "So shall it be," he said. "This evening at sunset. I will invite Captain Martinez and a few others, and Cara and Tomasso can also be there. I am sorry I cannot grant you a more stylish wedding, but----" "I do not want it," she whispered. "To marry you will be enough to satisfy me," and he embraced her and said no more. When Cara was told, she beamed brightly. A wedding was quite to her taste. She told Tomasso of it, and on the spot Tomasso asked why they could not go and do likewise, and after torturing the poor fellow for over an hour, she consented. There were several ladies in the camp, wives of the officers, and as soon as it was whispered around that there were to be two weddings, preparations were set afloat to make the double occasion a worthy one. The largest tent was fitted up, and decorated with flowers, and several musicians from the band were told to be on hand to play the wedding march. Estella wondered how affairs were going on at the mansion. Surely they must know of her flight by this time. Had her father come back?--and, if so, what did he think of her conduct. "He will never forgive me--never," she thought, and a sharp pang shot through her heart, for, in spite of all he had done, the beautiful girl thought much of her stern parent. Dinner was served, and the afternoon glided swiftly by. Walking about the camp, Estella observed that many of the officers seemed worried. They held several consultations, and in these Howard took an active part. "What is the trouble?" she asked, as she called him to her. "The Spanish troops are intent upon some strategic movement," he replied. "Our spies report that they are leaving Puerto Principe, but it may be only a ruse to draw us on. We shall attempt no advance until late to-night." "And will you take me with you when you move?" she asked, anxiously. "I thought to send you to a place of safety," he answered, tenderly. "A battlefield is no place for a woman." "Still, I would rather be there--at your side. Oh, I entreat you to take me along!"