I am not.
All is lost! Our army is defeated! In an hour Las Flores will be in flames!" The girl quivered in his arms.

A moaning cry came from her.
"It is true, I swear it!" he vowed.

"I mean you no ill.

I fought till the end, and my good horse alone carried me in advance of the routed troops.

Dom Corria may reach the _finca_ alive, but, even so, he and the rest will be killed.