"
"I know it is the first time," said the boy, "and I don't think he's
hardly able to be out now. How very pale he is looking, Isabella."
"Do you think he's very pale, Ruez?" she asked, turning towards the
soldier, whose arm and sword were now outstretched, indicating some
movement to a file of soldiers on the other side.
"He's too ill, I should think, to be out in the night air."
"One would certainly think so," answered Isabella.
"His company was ordered out to-night," said Ruez, "and though the
surgeon told him to remain in, he said he must be with his command."
"You seem to know his business almost as well as himself, Master
Ruez," said General Harero, who had overheard the remarks relating
to Captain Bezan.
"The captain and I are great friends, famous friends," replied Ruez,
instantly. "He's a noble fellow, and just my idea of what a soldier
should be. Don't you think him a fine soldier, General Harero?"
asked the boy, most frankly.
"Humph!" ejaculated the general, "why, yes, he's good enough for
aught I know, professionally. Not quite rough and tough enough for a
thorough bred one, I think," was the reply of his superior, who was
plainly watching Isabella Gonzales's eyes while he spoke to the boy,
and who was anything but pleased to see how often she glanced at
Captain Bezan.
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