His eyes glowed like fire, his dark face was like a flame, he threw up his hands as he cried: "Nothing comparable to that charge with knives was ever made on earth! If I had seen through the smoke and vapor the mighty shade of Bowie leading it, I should not have been surprised." "Perhaps indeed, he did lead it," said the Senora, in a solemn voice.

"I saw yes, by all the saints of God! I saw a great host with my Juan.

They stretched out vast, shadowy arms--they made me FEEL what I can never tell.

But I shall honor Senor Houston.

I shall say to him some day.
'Senor, the unseen battalions--the mighty dead as well as the mighty living--won the battle.' Roberto, believe me, there are things women understand better than wise men." A little awe, a solemn silence, answered the earnest woman.