“‘And now,’ was his speech to me, ‘you shall see that I always speak the truth. You are safe.’
“I did not think I was very safe when I was called up to go to him one night. He paced up and down like a wild beast, exclaiming, ‘Betrayed! Betrayed!’
“He walked up to me clenching his fists. ‘I could cut your throat.’
“‘Will that give your wife back to you?’ I said as quietly as I could.
“‘And the child!’ he yelled out, as if mad. He fell into a chair and laughed in a frightful, boisterous manner. ‘Oh, no, you are safe.’
“I assured him that his wife’s life was safe, too; but I did not say what I was convinced of—that he would never see her again. He wanted war to the death, and the war could only end with his death.
“He gave me a strange, inexplicable look, and sat muttering blankly, ‘In their hands. In their hands.’
“I kept as still as a mouse before a cat.
“Suddenly he jumped up. ‘What am I doing here?’ he cried; and opening the door, he yelled out orders to saddle and mount. ‘What is it?’ he stammered, coming up to me. ‘The Pequena fort; a fort of palisades! Nothing. I would get her back if she were hidden in the very heart of the mountain.’ He amazed me by adding, with an effort: ‘I carried her off in my two arms while the earth trembled. And the child at least is mine. She at least is mine!’
“Those were bizarre words; but I had no time for wonder.