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suspects me, and I have bidden farewell to her for whose sake alone I
should desire to remain in Spain. I could not bear to see her die; and
yet, knowing the savage hearts of her persecutors, and her own firm
resolve, I feel sure that, ere long, she will add another to the
glorious list of martyrs. She has bidden farewell to the world and her
fellow-creatures, and places her trust in One who alone can give her
strength to undergo the trials she may be called upon to endure."

"True, Don Francisco, true," answered Julianillo; "but we must not
delay. A few minutes may make the difference between life and safety,
and imprisonment and death. When our brother Don Domingo de Roxas
attempted to escape, from a short delay caused by his visit to the noble
De Seso, he fell into the power of the inquisitors. But you, I trust,
are not suspected, and we may in safety gain the borders of Spain
without impediment. It will be necessary, however, to use caution, and
above all things to trust to no one. There are guards on all the roads,
and spies at every inn, ready to entrap the unwary."

Saying this Julianillo held the stirrup while Don Francisco threw
himself into the saddle. He then mounted his own horse, and together
they rode out of the wood, and took the road towards the frontier.

Julianillo knew every part of the country. Each highway and every
by-path was as familiar to him as if he had it mapped down before his
eyes. Often and often he had travelled those roads, with his bales of
goods surrounding the copies of the Bible and the works of Luther and
others, which he had brought across the Pyrenees into Spain. He had, of
late, however, been compelled to give up bringing any more copies of
God's Word into the country. He had, instead, devoted himself to
assisting Protestants to escape from their persecutors. Those who had
trusted themselves entirely to his care and guidance he had never failed
to convey safely to their destination.

Their horses were fresh, and they were thus able to gallop in the
greater part of the night. When morning broke, Valladolid was many
miles behind them. As soon as the horses were rested they again
proceeded on their journey. They thus continued till they were within a
half-day's journey of the frontier.

"We are now approaching the most dangerous part of the road," observed
Julianillo to Don Francisco. "It would be safer for you not to appear
to be under my guidance. I may p