When he had dressed, he came to the girl.
“What has happened?” he asked. “I’ve been lost for a week. What has happened in the country?”
“There is war,” she said.
“In Santa Barbara city?”
“We do not hear of the city, save once in the week, when the ore-train returns with the empty trucks. No; but one from the west came here yesterday to call us to war. There are thousands, he said, marching to Santa Barbara.”
“What for?”
“For our religion, so he said.”
“Is that Don Manuel?” Hi asked. “Is it Don Manuel’s army that is marching?”
“I do not know. It will be some army.”
“Where it is?” Hi asked. “Do you happen to know where it is?”