"
Rosa uttered a smothered cry.
"Colonel Fernandez," Don Mario proceeded, impressively, "did me
this favor, knowing me to be a suitor for Rosa's hand. In spite of
his duty and the evidence he--"
"Evidence? What evidence?" Esteban asked, sharply.
"For one thing, your own letter to Lopez, the rebel, warning him
to beware of the trap prepared for him in Santa Clara, and
advising him of the Government force at Sabanilla. Oh, don't try
to deny it! I read it with my own eyes, and it means--death."
In the ensuing silence the fat man's asthmatic breathing sounded
loudly; it was like the respirations of an excited eavesdropper.
At last Rosa said, faintly: "Esteban! I warned you."
Esteban was taken aback, but it was plain that he was not in the
least frightened. "They haven't caught me yet," he laughed.
"You say they intend to arrest me also?" Rosa eyed the caller
anxiously.
"Exactly!"
"But why?"
"Yes! Who accuses her, and of what?" Esteban indignantly demanded.
"That also I have discovered through the courtesy of Colonel
Fernandez. Your accuser is none other than Pancho Cueto."
"Cueto!"
"Yes, he has denounced both of you as rebels, and the letter is
only part of his proof, I believe. I don't know what other
evidence he has, but, take my word for it, the Government does not
require much proof these days.
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