She rose and sought her friend, an aged dame, whom God had gifted with a gentle heart, keenly alive to the grief and sufferings of another.
"Well, Senorita Inez, what will you have ?" "I have a great favor to ask, yet it is one I doubt not will be granted.

Senora, among yonder slain is one who in life was ever kind to me and to our people.

Since morning he has lain in his own blood! To-morrow will see them thrown into heaps, and left with scarce sod enough to cover! I cannot, will not see him buried so! I myself will lay him down to rest, if Santa Anna claims my life for it to-morrow! I have caused a grave to be dug in a quiet spot, but I cannot bear him to it unassisted.

My strength is gone--I am well-nigh spent: will you help me to-night?
They will not miss him to-morrow, and none will know till all is at rest! Senora, will you come with me ?" "Tell me first, Inez, if it is he who brought you here; who acted so nobly to me, and bade adieu to you but two days since ?" "Yes, the same! will you refuse to assist me now ?" "No, by our blessed Virgin! I will do all an old woman like me can do; yet united, Inez, we shall be strong." Wrapping their mantillas about them, they noiselessly proceeded to the Plaza.

Darkness had closed in, and happily they met not even a straggling soldier, for all, with instinctive dread, shunned the horrid scene.