"
Rosa nodded, then continued, hesitatingly: "I had a vivid dream
last night. Perhaps it was a portent. Who knows? It was about that
stepmother of mine. You remember how she met her death? I wrote
you--"
"Yes, and Esteban also told me."
"It was he who recovered her body from the well. One day, while we
were in hiding, away up yonder in the Yumuri, he showed me an old
coin--"
"I know," O'Reilly said, quickly. "He told me the whole story. He
thinks that doubloon is a clue to your father's fortune, but--I
can't put much faith in it. In fact, I didn't believe until this
moment that there was a doubloon at all."
"Oh, indeed there was! I saw it."
"Then it wasn't merely a sick fancy of your brother's?"
"Indeed no, it--" Rosa broke off to exclaim, "O'Reilly, you are
looking at me!"
"But you gave me the signal to look," he protested.
"Nothing of the sort; you placed your fingers upon my lips." There
was a moment of silence during which the lovers were oblivious to
all but each other, then Rosa murmured: "How strange! Sometimes
your eyes are blue and sometimes gray. Does that mean that your
love, too, can change?"
"Certainly not. But come, what about Esteban and that doubloon?"
With an effort the girl brought herself back to earth. "Well, it
occurred to me, in the light of that dream last night, that
Esteban may have been right.
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