walls and stolen
apples from the market-women's stalls of Tortosa thirty years ago.

"You are a brave fellow," cried the general, "and I would to Heaven that
your royal cousin had more of your spirit. Are all of your company of
the same warlike kidney?"

"I trust I am afraid of no man on the field of honour," answered the
loyal little Frenchman, throwing out his chest. "Yet I speak but the
truth when I aver that there is not one of my companions who could not
say grace and eat me up afterwards!"

Among the letters which had formed part of Rollo's credentials there was
one superscribed "_To be opened in the camp of General Cabrera_."

Cabrera now dismissed the firing party with a wave of his hand, the
officer in command exchanging an encouraging nod with Rollo. Then he
summoned that young man to approach. Rollo threw away the last inch of
his cigarette, and going up easily, saluted the general with his usual
self-possession.

"Well, colonel," said the latter, "I little thought to exchange
civilities with you again; but for that you have to thank this young
lady. The fortune of war once more! But if young men will entrust
precious papers to pretty girls, they must have a fund of gratitude upon
which to draw--that is, when the ladies arrive in time. On this occasion
it was most exactly done. Yet you must have lived through some very
crowded moments while you faced the muzzles of yonder rifles!"

And he pointed to the lane down which the firing party was defiling.

Rollo bowed, but did not reply, awaiting the general's pleasure.
Presently Cabrera, recollecting the sealed letter in his hand, gave it
unopened to the youth.

"There," he said, "that, I see, is to be opened in the camp of General
Cabrera. Well--where Cabrera is, there is his camp. Open it, and let us
see what it contains."

"I will, general," said the young Scot, "in so far, that is, as it
concerns your Excellency."

The Carlist general sat watching Rollo keenly as he broke the seal and
discovered a couple of enclosures. One was sealed and the other open.
The first he presented to Cabrera, who, observing the handwriting of the
superscription, changed colour. Meanwhile, without paying any attention
to him, Rollo read his own communication from beginning to end. It had
evidently been passed on to him from a higher authority than the Abbot,
for only the address was in the handwriting of that learned ecclesiast.

It ran as follows:

"To the Man