“Los canones!”
Where had the cannon come from? there were none belonging to the hacienda. And what were the Indians doing with such a piece? These were questions that all asked, but none could answer.
If their danger had been great before, now it was increased tenfold. A few hours, at least, would end the struggle. The fog and smoke might prevent them from getting range of the doorway for a spell, but not long; and then one or two balls would open a breach for their entrance. Another barricade was formed at the other end of the hall, but that could avail little. The same power would reduce that, and then it would be hilt to hilt, breast to breast.
At this new phase, Canelo sought the chamber where his wife and child were, and hastily explained the cause of the commotion.
“And now, Luzecita, you must not remain here. We can not tell what may happen, and with you and darling Felipe in safety, I can fight with a better will.”
“And you?”
“My place is here. The peons need my influence to encourage and direct them.”
“Where you are, I stay—nay, do not interrupt me,” she hastily exclaimed. “I am your wife, and will live or die with you. The blow that kills you shall reach my heart at the same time.”
“But it can not be; think—”
“I do think—I have thought, and I will stay. What would life be without you?” the woman uttered, as she clasped him around the neck.