I obtained a commission to chastise any band of brigands, I might choose to go out against.
Need I say, that I had not much difficulty in making the selection?
Chapter Twenty Eight.
A Disobedient Daughter.
I shall not attempt to describe the blackness in my breast as I sallied forth from the President’s palace—Don Eusebio by my side.
Directed by the general, he had placed his affair in my hands, and himself at my disposal.
The announcement of his name had caused me an acute pain—the agony of a reopened wound.
And the pain came not from the story I had heard. It was not the thought that Dolores—for it was no more Mercedes—that Dolores Villa-Señor was in the keeping of brutal brigands! It had pained me as much—perhaps more—to think of her in the keeping of Francisco Moreno!