5/11 The bridge was gained at length and almost passed, when she descried in the surrounding gloom a dark figure approaching from the opposite direction. Closer she drew the mantle about her form, and slackened her rapid pace. They met, and the stranger paused and bent eagerly forward: "Who goes there ?" The voice was well known. Inez's heart gave a quick bound, and she answered: "Inez de Garcia!" "Why, where are you roaming to this dark night, Inez? But, Inez, I hope you are not bending your steps toward the Alamo ?" "I am a friend to the Americans, though they have taken the last of my family there was to give. |