MONTORO AND CABRERA RESCUE A HUMAN SACRIFICE.
"Cabrera."
"Diego!"
The one name had been spoken with a sort of eager hush in the voice; the second with an accent of startled interrogation.
The hour was about ten at night. Cabrera and Diego had been on sentry duty since Diego's short, sharp interview with the General. One of them had just been relieved, and the other was about to be so, when Montoro called to his friend, who passed him on his way to shelter and sleep.
Cabrera stepped up closer to his friend.
"Why, Toro, what is it? Of all men in the world to hear thee speaking as thou hadst some mystery to whisper!"
"And so I have," came the hurried return.
Juan's big round eyes grew bigger and rounder than ever.
"Well, and if thou hast, there is ne'er a redskin about can understand thee if thou dost but speak fast, and with some of those long words thou knowest so—"