of the mine on day fluty, strolling, carbine in hand

and watchful eyes, in the shade of the trees lining the rn near the bridge, Don Pdpd, descending the path fp>m the upper plateau, appeared no bigger than a large beetle. With his air of aimless, insect-like going to and fro upon the face of the rock, Don Pdp6's figure kept on ending steadily, and, when near the bottom, sank at last behind the roofs of store-houses, forges, and workshops. For a time the pair of serenos strolled back and forth before the bridge, on which they had stopped a horseman holding a large white envelope in his hand. Then Don Pdpe", emerging in the village street from among the houses, not a stone's-throw from the frontier bridge, approached, striding in wide, dark trousers tucked into boots, a white linen jacket, sabre at his side and revolver at his belt. In this disturbed time nothing could find the Sefior Gobernador with his "boots off, as the saying is. At a slight nod from one of the serenos, the man, a messenger from the town, dismounted and crossed the bridge, leading his horse by the bridle. Don Pépé received the letter from his other hand, slapped his left side and his hips in succession, feel- ing for his spectacle-case. After settling the heavy, silver-mounted affair astride his nose and adjusting it ally behind his ears, he opened the envelope, hold- ing it up at about a foot in front of his eyes. The paper ulled out contained some three lines of writing. >oked at them for a long time. His gray mustache moved slightly up and down, and the wrinkles, radiating

at the corners of his eyes, ran together. He nodded