r that name,
miss,--times when I see his face. (Sadly.) But it's when I've took too
much--too much. I'll drink no more--no more!--to-night--to-night! (Drops
his head slowly in his hands.)

Jovita (looking at DIEGO--aside). Really, I'm feeling very
uncomfortable. I'd like to ask a question of this maniac. But nonsense!
Don Juan gave me to understand Oakhurst wasn't his real name; that is,
he intimated there was something dreadful and mysterious about it that
mustn't be told,--something that would frighten people. HOLY VIRGIN!
it has! Why, this reckless vagabond here is pale and agitated. Don Juan
shall explain this mystery to-night. But then, how shall I see him?
Ah, I have it. The night of the last festa, when I could not leave the
rancho, he begged me to show a light from the flat roof of the upper
corridor, that he might know I was thinking of him,--dear fellow! He
will linger to-night at the Mission; he will see the light; he will know
that I have not forgotten. He will approach the rancho; I shall manage
to slip away at midnight to the ruined Mission. I shall--ah, it is
my father! Holy Virgin, befriend me now with self-possession. (Stands
quietly at L., looking toward SANDY, who still remains buried in
thought, as)--

Enter DON JOSE; regards his daughter and DIEGO with a sarcastic smile.

Don Jose (aside). Bueno! It is as I expected,--an explanation, an
explosion, a lover's quarrel, an end to romance. From his looks I should
say she has been teaching the adventurer a lesson. Good! I could embrace
her. (Crosses to SANDY--aloud.) You still here!

Sandy (rising with a start). Yes! I--a--I was only taking leave of Miss
Jovita that hez bin kind to me. She's a good gal, ole man, and won't be
any the worse when I'm gone.--Good-by, Miss Jovita (extending his hand):
I wish ye luck.

Jovita (coldly). Adios, friend Diego. (Aside, hurriedly.) You will not
expose my secret?

Sandy (aside). It ain't in me, miss. (To DON JOSE, going.) Adios, ole
man. (Shouldering his pack.)

Don Jose. Adios, friend Diego. (Formally.) May good luck attend you!
(Aside.) You understand, on your word as--as--as--A GENTLEMAN!--you have
no further communication with this rancho, or aught that it contains.

Sandy (gravely). I hear ye, ole man. Adios. (Goes to gateway, but pauses
at table, and begins to fill a glass of aguardiente.)

Don Jose (aside, looking at his daughter). I could embrace her now. She
is truly a Castro. (Aloud to JOVITA.) Ha