If she uttered some low cry, none heard her.
Dom Corria, striving to dispose his meager garrison as best he could, met his trusted lieutenant.

His face lit with joy.
"Ah, my poor Salvador!" he cried.

"I thought we had lost you at the ford!" "No," said San Benavides.

"I ran away!" Even in his dire extremity, De Sylva smiled.
"Would that others had run like you, my Salvador!" he said.

"Then we should have been in Pernambuco to-morrow." The Brazilian looked around.