Thus encouraged, Ashley takes both of Juanita’s hands and whispers very tenderly:
“In this darkest hour before the dawn I have found the courage to tell you what has been in my heart for—for nearly three weeks,” he finishes with a smile. Even amid the dangers that surround them, the humor of his declaration impresses him.
A wave of crimson spreads over the girl’s face, and in the big black eyes Ashley sees the light of a great love.
The young people’s eyes meet in mutual understanding. He draws her to him, and the first kiss of love is exchanged. It must be followed by many others, for Father Hilario, after waiting what he considers a reasonable length of time, turns to the pair with an uneasy: “Well, what is all this leading up to?”
“A marriage, I should say,” replies Jack, cheerfully. “That is usually the logical outcome of such a situation.” Father Hilario bites his lips impatiently.
“The church and the pastor are here, and I think the bride is willing,” continues Jack. The young girl gives the priest an anxious look.
“It is useless to argue that matter further,” is the firm reply. “My duty to the church forbids.” The priest’s face convinces Ashley that the debate on the matrimonial question is closed.
“Then we must seek elsewhere for a clergyman,” he remarks, coolly. “Come, Juanita.” And he leads her toward the little door by which he entered the church.
“This is madness!” cries the priest, barring the way. “The town is overrun with your enemies. It is nearly day and the place is already astir. Hark! Do you not hear the tread of feet in the street?”
“Spanish or no Spanish, I don’t propose to remain here and be trapped like a rat,” declares Ashley. “We can at least make a break for liberty. I do not—”