"Vaya con Dios," replied Evaña, and as the man galloped off he smiled, remembering that he had neither told him his name nor where he came from, so that he knew not where to apply for his services should he require them.
Evaña dismounted in the patio of the quinta and then went in search of Lieutenant Gordon, whom he found inside the house superintending the arrangements for the comfort of the wounded.
"Señor Gordon," said he, drawing him to one side, "I have come here in search of a friend of mine, who I have reason to believe was one of the garrison of the quinta this morning. I am very anxious about him."
"What was his name?" asked the lieutenant.
"I do not wish to mention his name," replied Evaña.
"Was it the same as this?" asked the other, drawing from his waistcoat-pocket a small piece of paper folded into the form of a letter and addressed to—
La Sra:
Doña Constancia Lopez y Viana.
"No," answered Evaña, as a thrill of joy shot through him; he recognised the handwriting of his friend.
Lieutenant Gordon looked at him for a moment with a puzzled expression on his face, then—