Federicka Kolb and her cousin overheard de Selva, and Federicka began to sob, for she had known the Goyas for years. "Why ... why?" she asked. "The men who killed them cried _Down with the haciendas!_" said Lucienne. Raul returned and said: "I have sent men to Refugio. I'll go there later myself." Felipe Meson, an _hacendado_, in his fifties, sturdy, gray-headed, sunburned, with the face of a crippled hawk, gestured toward Raul. "You're making a mistake at Petaca," he exclaimed. "You can't pacify the peons. You can't trust them. They'll kill you now." "I haven't tried to pacify them," Raul explained. "I've tried to help them." Everyone was crowded on the veranda, with servants going about, serving drinks and putting ice in glasses. "How can one man help at such a time as this?" asked the Countess. "I simply want to look after my people when they're sick, see to it they have enough to eat, stop floggings and killings. Could Matanzas know about Refugio?" Raul asked Captain Cerro. "I'll see, when I ride back. We'll be leaving shortly," said Cerro. "You'd better supply us with escorts," said de Selva. Lucienne finished her drink, stood up, and arranged her hair and beret; pulling on a glove, she said: "Raul, you must take care of Petaca. It's walled and you can post guards." Raul did not reply: a question began in his brain: What about Palma Sola, wholly unprotected? What about de Selva's place, the Radziwill hacienda, the Meson house? Shortly, luncheon was served in the garden, and they tried to talk of other things. Nothing seemed to go right, however; some of the food was missing, some of the drinks. The servants were confused and whispered among themselves. De Selva talked of fleeing to Mexico City, where he owned a house. "You should have had a town house, Raul." The Baroness mistrusted almost everyone at her hacienda, yet could not make up her mind to desert her property. Roberto and Dr. Velasco drank together. Lucienne, Gabriel and Raul ate at a small table under a chinaberry tree. One by one, the families drove away, Raul seeing them off. The Count, coughing badly, leaned from his carriage window and told Raul how to defend Petaca. Roberto rode off on a magnificent black he had borrowed from a Colima friend. Already mounted, Lucienne called goodbye: "I'll be with some of Captain Cerro's men. Be careful when you go to Refugio." "I'll be careful. Will you stay in Colima until I can send men to help at Palma Sola?" "Yes--Federicka has asked me to stay with her." "Right. Stay with her. I'll see you there." "All right, Raul." Lucienne's horse backed away, swung around, and she waved. Raul sent Vicente back to his Colima school in the rurales' care.