They paused as Senora Berara stumbled over a dead body, and well-nigh slipped in blood: "Jesu Maria! my very bones ache with horror! this is no place for me.
Senorita, how will you know the body?
Oh! let us make haste to leave here!" "Hush! do you see a white spot gleaming yonder?
Nay, don't clutch my arm, it is only my handerchief.

I laid it there to mark the place.
Come on, step lightly, or you will press the dead." With some difficulty they made their way along the damp, slippery ground, now and then catching at each other for support.

Inez paused on reaching her mark, and bent down for several moments; then raising herself she whispered: "Senora, I have wrapped his cloak tightly about him, lift the corners near his feet, while I carry his head.

Be careful, lift gently, and do not let the cloak slip." Slowly they lifted the motionless form, and steadily bore it away: Inez taking the lead, and stepping cautiously.

She left the Plaza and principal streets, and turned toward a broad desolate waste, stretching away from the town, and bare, save a few gnarled oaks that moaned in the March wind.