"A child is never guilty in the eyes of her who has borne him in her bosom, and nourished him with her milk," she said with energy. "It is well, Don Ramón, you have condemned your son, I--I will save him!" "What would you do?" the hacendero said, terrified at the resolution he saw kindled in the eyes of his wife. "What matters it to you? Don Ramón, I will accomplish my duty as you believe you have accomplished yours! God will judge between us! Tremble, lest He should one day demand of you an account of the blood of your son!" Don Ramón bent his head beneath this anathema; with a pale brow, and a mind oppressed by heavy remorse, he went slowly into the hacienda. Doña Jesuita looked after him for an instant. "Oh!" she cried, "may God grant that I may arrive in time!" She then went out from the portico, followed by Nô Eusebio. Two horses awaited them, concealed behind a clump of trees. They mounted immediately. "Where are we going, señora?" the major-domo asked. "In search of my son!" she replied in a shrill voice. She seemed transfigured by hope; a bright colour flushed her cheeks; her black eyes darted lightning. Nô Eusebio untied four magnificent bloodhounds, called rastreros in the country, and which were kept to follow trails; he made them smell a shirt belonging to Rafaël; the hounds rushed forward on the scent, baying loudly. Nô Eusebio and Doña Jesuita galloped after them, exchanging a look of sanguine hope. The dogs had no trouble in following the scent, it was straight and without obstruction, therefore they did not stop an instant. When Doña Jesuita arrived at the spot where Rafaël had been abandoned by his father, the place was void!--the boy had disappeared! The traces of his having sojourned there were visible; a fire was not yet burnt out; everything indicated that Rafaël could not have quitted that place more than an hour. "What is to be done?" Nô Eusebio asked anxiously. "Push forward!" Doña Jesuita replied resolutely, urging her horse again into action, and the generous steed responding with unflagging spirit. Nô Eusebio followed her. On the evening of that day the greatest consternation prevailed at the Hacienda del Milagro, Doña Jesuita and Nô Eusebio had not returned. Don Ramón ordered all the household to mount on horseback. Provided with torches, the peons and vaqueros commenced a battue of an immense extent in search of their mistress and the major-domo. The whole night passed away without bringing the least satisfactory result. At daybreak, the horse of Doña Jesuita was found half devoured in the desert. Its trappings were wanting. The ground round the carcass of the horse appeared to have been the scene of a desperate conflict of some kind. Don Ramón, in despair, gave orders for return. "Great Heaven!" he cried, as he re-entered the hacienda, "is it possible that my chastisement has already commenced?"