t a reaction against her for the
anxiety and distress she had caused them.

"My dear Hope," she said, "is every one to be sacrificed for Madame
Alvarez? What possible use could you be to her at such a time? It was
not the time nor the place for a young girl. You were only another
responsibility for the men."

"Clay seemed willing to accept the responsibility," said Langham,
without a smile. "And, besides," he added, "if Hope had not been with
us we might never have reached home alive."

But it was only after much earnest protest and many explanations that
Mr. Langham was pacified, and felt assured that his son's wound was not
dangerous, and that his daughter was quite safe.

Miss Langham and himself, he said, had passed a trying night. There had
been much firing in the city, and continual uproar. The houses of
several of the friends of Alvarez had been burned and sacked. Alvarez
himself had been shot as soon as he had entered the yard of the
military prison. It was then given out that he had committed suicide.
Mendoza had not dared to kill Rojas, because of the feeling of the
people toward him, and had even shown him to the mob from behind the
bars of one of the windows in order to satisfy them that he was still
living. The British Minister had sent to the Palace for the body of
Captain Stuart, and had had it escorted to the Legation, from whence it
would be sent to England. This, as far as Mr. Langham had heard, was
the news of the night just over.

"Two native officers called here for you about midnight, Clay," he
continued, "and they are still waiting for you below at your office.
They came from Rojas's troops, who are encamped on the hills at the
other side of the city. They wanted you to join them with the men from
the mines. I told them I did not know when you would return, and they
said they would wait. If you could have been here last night, it is
possible that we might have done something, but now that it is all
over, I am glad that you saved that woman instead. I should have
liked, though, to have struck one blow at them. But we cannot hope to
win against assassins. The death of young Stuart has hurt me terribly,
and the murder of Alvarez, coming on top of it, has made me wish I had
never heard of nor seen Olancho. I have decided to go away at once, on
the next steamer, and I will take my daughters with me, and Ted, too.
The State Department at Washington can fight with Mendoza for the
min