The advice was felt to be good by them all, but as Catalina had no money the good Señora again came to the rescue, and gave her enough to buy a horse and to take her to a large town, where she might find something to do. When at length Catalina reached the city, which bore the name of Paz or 'Peace,' some soldiers who were lounging in the streets stood up, and stared so hard at her beautiful black horse that Catalina began to suspect that something was the matter. The soldiers said nothing whatever to _her_, but one of them, catching sight of a gentleman a few paces off, ran up to him and whispered something. The mayor, for such he was, walked up to Catalina, who inquired if she could be of service to him. 'These men,' said he, 'declare that the horse you are riding was stolen from them.' Catalina did not answer directly, but, leaping to the ground, flung the loose saddle-cloth over the horse's head. 'I bought it and paid for it in La Plata,' she replied; 'but if, your worship, these men _really_ own the horse, they will be able to tell you _which_ is its blind eye.' 'The left,' cried one. 'No; the right,' exclaimed the other. 'Well, it must be _one_ of the two, mustn't it, your worship?' asked she. 'No, no! we remember now,' they replied, consulting each other by a glance and a sign; 'it is the left, of course.' [Illustration: HAD IT NOT BEEN FOR THE INTERFERENCE OF THE BISHOP HIMSELF, IT WOULD HAVE GONE HARDLY WITH CATALINA] 'Are you sure?' she asked again. 'Yes--quite sure; certain.' Upon that Catalina whisked off the saddle-cloth, and said gaily to the mayor: 'Now, your worship, if you will take the trouble to look, you will see that the horse has nothing the matter with either eye!' Then she bowed and rode away to look for a dinner. * * * * * Catalina's last adventure in South America was a wild ride to the town of Cuzco, carrying on her saddle a lady whose half-mad husband was seeking to murder her. He was following fast behind, and his horse was laden with no double burden, so that in every way he had the advantage. But Catalina was a better rider, and had some start, so, in spite of a wound in her horse's flank, she won the day and placed the lady in safety in a convent. The husband, arriving just in time to see his victim escape him, at once unsheathed his sword, and inflicted some severe wounds on Catalina. Indeed, had it not been for the interference of the bishop himself, it would have gone hardly with her.