in pursuit t-ut had ridden on for liberty. And he tol<l

Hbarles Gould how he and a few friends, seeing those soldiers, lay in ambush behind some rocks ready to pull the trigger on them, when he recognized his compadre and jumped up from cover shouting his name, because me knew that Hernandez could not have been coming Back on an errand of injustice and oppression. Those Bhree soldiers, together with the party who lay behind he rocks, had formed the nucleus of the famous band. and he, the narrator, had been the favorite lieutenant W Hernandez for many, many years. He mentioned proudly that the officials had put a price upon his head, too; but it did not prevent it getting sprinkled with gray upon his shoulders. And now he had lived lontf enough to see his compadre made a general. He had a burst of muffled laughter. " And now from ers we have become soldiers. But look, caballero, at those who made us soldiers and him a general! Look at these people!" Ignacio shouted. The light of the carriage - lamps, running along the nopal hedges that crowned the bank on each side, flashed upon the scared faces of people standing aside in the road, sunk deep, like an English country lane, into the soft soil of the Campo. They cowered; their eyes glistened very big for a second; and then the light, running on, fell upon the half-denuded roots of a big tree, on another stretch of nopal hedge, caught up another bunch of faces glaring back apprehensively. Three women of whom one was carrying a child and a couple of men in civilian dress one armed with a sabre and another with a gun

were grouped about a donkey carrying two bundles