He acknowledges himself powerless to stem the flood of
Cuban revolution. What do you say to that?"
"Does that mean the end of the war?" Rosa eagerly inquired.
"Oh no. They have sent a new man--he's in Havana now--a dark
little, old fellow who never smiles. He has a long nose and a big
chin; he dresses all in black--a very 'jew-bird' in appearance,
from what I hear. His name is Weyler--Valeriano Weyler, Marquis of
Teneriffe." Esteban laughed tolerantly, for as yet the name of
Weyler meant nothing to him.
"No wonder we knew nothing about it," said the girl. "We hide like
animals and we see no one for weeks at a time. I sometimes wonder
how O'Reilly will manage to find us."
"Oh, he'll manage it somehow," Esteban declared, cheerfully. Then
he ran an approving eye over the new bohio and the new garden plot
which Evangelina had courageously begun. "We're not so badly
fixed, are we? At least Colonel Cobo won't find us so readily this
time."
"Cobo!" shuddered the girl. "I dream about him."
Esteban scowled. "I've seen him at a distance several times, but
he takes pains to guard himself well when he comes into the
Yumuri. They say he's trying to destroy the whole valley."
"He will never forget."
Esteban covertly appraised his sister's charms, but respecting her
terror of Cobo he did not speak his thoughts.
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