taffrail, she
passes out of the harbour; leaving many a vessel behind, whose captains,
for want of crews, bewail their inability to follow her.

But there are eyes following her, from farther off--beautiful eyes, that
express sadness of a different kind, and from a different cause. Carmen
Montijo and Inez Alvarez stand upon the house-top, glasses in hand.
Instead, there should have been kerchiefs--white kerchiefs--waving
adieu. And there would have been, but for those chilling words:
"_Parting compliments to the senoritas_." Strange last words for
lovers! _Santissima_! what can it mean?

So reflect they to whom they were sent, as they stand in attentive
attitude, watching the warship, and straining their eyes upon her, till
rounding Telegraph Hill she disappears from their sight.

A sad cruel shock both have received--a blow almost breaking their
hearts.

Equally unhappy are two young officers on the departing ship. They too
stand with glasses in hand levelled upon the house of Don Gregorio
Montijo. They can see, as once before, two heads over the parapet, and,
as before, recognise them; but not as before, or with the same feelings,
do they regard them. All is changed now, everything doubtful and
indefinite, where it might be supposed everything had been
satisfactorily arranged. But it has not--especially in the thoughts of
Crozier; whose dissatisfaction is shown in a soliloquy to which he gives
utterance, as Telegraph Hill, interfering with his field of view, causes
him to take the telescope from his eye.

"Carmen Montijo!" he exclaims, crushing it to its shortest, and
returning the instrument to its case. "To think of a `sport'--a common
gambler--even having acquaintance with her--far less presuming to make
love to her!"

"More than gamblers--both of them," adds Cadwallader by his side.
"Robbers--murderers--anything if they had but the chance."

"Ay, true, Will; everything vile and vulgar. Don't it make you mad to
think of it?"

"No, not mad. That isn't the feeling I have; rather fear."

"Fear! Of what!"

"That the scoundrels may do some harm to our dear girls. As we know
now, they're up to anything. Since they don't stick at assassination,
they won't at abduction. I hope your letter to Don Gregorio may open
his eyes about them, and put him on his guard. My Inez! who's to
protect her? I'd give all I have in the world to be sure of her getting
safely embarked in that Chilian ship. Once t