I give it to you to be used against my country's enemies, and I am sure you will never draw it without cause, nor sheathe it without honor." I thanked my host warmly for his timely gift, and, as I buckled the historic weapon to my side, glanced at the horse which he had placed at my disposal.

It was a beautiful flea-bitten gray, with a small, fiery head, arched neck, sloping shoulders, deep chest, powerful quarters, well-bent hocks, and "clean" shapely legs--a very model of a horse, and as it seemed, in perfect condition.
"Ah, you may look at Pizarro as long as you like, Senor Fortescue, and he is well worth looking at; but you will never tire him," said Carera.

"What will you do if you meet the patrol, Salvador ?" "Evade them if we can, charge them if we cannot." "By all means the former, if possible, and then you may not be pursued.
And now, Senor, I trust you will not hold me wanting in hospitality if I urge you to mount; but your lives are in jeopardy, and there may be death in delay.

Put out the lights, men, and open the gates.

_Adios_, Senor Fortescue! _Adios_, my dear Salvador.