He said, only: "Senorita, if I knew how to comfort you!" "I went away to think of the dead, Senor." "I comprehend--but then, I wonder if the dead remember the living!" "In whatever dwelling-place of eternity the dear ones who died at Goliad are, I am sure that they remember.

Will the emancipated soul be less faithful than the souls still earthbound?
Good souls could not even wish to forget--and they were good." "It will never be permitted me to know two souls more pure, more faithful, more brave, Juan was as a brother to me, and, BY MY SANTIGUADA![6] I count it among God's blessings to have known a man like Senor Grant.

A white soul he had indeed; full of great nobilities!" Antonia looked at him gratefully.

Tears uncalled-for sprang into the eyes of both; they clasped hands and walked mutely back to the camp together.

For the sentiment which attends the realization that all is over, is gathered silently into the heart; it is too deep for words.
They found the camp already in that flurry of excitement always attendant upon its rest and rising, and the Senora was impatiently inquiring for her eldest daughter.
"GRACIOUS MARIA! Is that you, Antonia?
At this hour we are all your servants, I think.