chance yet."
Under the impulse of this new hope, I rode back through the corral, and
re-entered the patio. The brown-skinned mestizas were still there,
chattering and flurried as ever, and the curtain had not been stirred.
A glance at it was all I gave; and without stopping I walked my horse
across the paved court, and entered under the arched _saguan_. The
massive gate stood open, as we had left it; and on looking into the
little box of the portero, I perceived that it was empty. The man had
hid himself, in dread of a second interview with the Texan lieutenant!
In another moment I had emerged from the gateway, and was about turning
my horse to inspect the windows, when I heard the word "Capitan,"
pronounced in a voice, that sounded soft as a silver bell, and thrilled
to my heart like a strain of music.
I looked towards the windows. It came not thence; they were close shut
as ever. Whence--
Before I had time to ask myself the question, the "Capitan" was repeated
in a somewhat louder key, and I now perceived that the voice proceeded
from above--from the azotea.
I wrenched my horse round, at the same time turning my eyes upward. I
could see no one; but just at that moment an arm, that might have been
attached to the bust of Venus, was protruded through a notch in the
parapet. In the small hand, wickedly sparkling with jewels, was
something white, which I could not distinguish until I saw it projected
on the grass--at the same moment that the phrase "Un papelcito" reached
my ears.
Without hesitation I dismounted--made myself master of the _papelcito_;
and then leaping once more into the saddle, looked upward. I had
purposely drawn my horse some distance from the walls, so that I might
command a better view. I was not disappointed--Isolina!
The face, that lovely face, was just distinguishable through the slender
embrasure, the large brown eyes gazing upon me with that half-earnest,
half-mocking glance I had already noticed, and which produced within me
both pleasure and pain!
I was about to speak to her, when I saw the expression suddenly change:
a hurried glance was thrown backwards, as if the approach of some one
disturbed her; a finger rested momentarily on her lips, and then her
face disappeared behind the screening wall of the parapet.
I understood the universal sign, and remained silent.
For some moments I was undecided whether to go or stay. She had
evidently withdrawn from the front
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