"_Carrai-i! Esta un golpe magnifico_! (It's a splendid stroke!) Worthy of Manuel Armilo himself.
Or even the great Santa Anna!" "A still greater stroke than you think it, for it is double--two birds killed with the same stone.

Let us again drink to it!" The glasses were once more filled, and once more did the associated bandits toast the nefarious enterprise they had so successfully accomplished.
Then Roblez rose to go to the _cuartel_ or barracks, where he had his place of sleeping and abode, bidding _buena noche_ to his colonel.
The latter also bethought him of bed, and, taking a lamp from the table, commenced moving towards his _cuarto de camara_.
On coming opposite a picture suspended against the _sala_ wall--the portrait of a beautiful girl--he stopped in front, for a moment gazed upon it, and then into a mirror that stood close by.
As if there was something in the glass that reflected its shadow into his very soul, the expression of exultant triumph, so lately depicted upon his face, was all at once swept from it, giving place to a look of blank bitterness.
"One is gone," he said, in a half-muttered soliloquy; "one part of the stain wiped out--thanks to the Holy Virgin for that.

But the other; and she--where, where ?" And with these words he staggered on towards his chamber..