What for?
For some unforeseen incident,—a terrible danger, perhaps,—which might again bring them together.
True love may doubt sometimes, but it never despairs.
Four days after the establishment of the camp upon the hill, in the evening, when retiring to her tent, Doña Luz smiled inwardly as she looked at her uncle, who was pensively preparing to go to rest.
She had at length thought of a means of going in search of Loyal Heart.
[CHAPTER XIII.]
THE BEE-HUNT.
The sun was scarcely above the horizon, when the general, whose horse was already saddled, left the reed cabin which served him as a sleeping apartment, and prepared to set out on his usual daily ride. At the moment when he was putting his foot in the stirrup, a little hand lifted the curtain of the tent, and Doña Luz appeared.