"
"No matter," said he, to himself, at last, "life would be of little
value to me now if deprived of the presence of Isabella, and that
dear boy, Ruez, and therefore I decided none too quickly as I did.
Besides, in honor, I could hardly accept my life at his hands on any
terms-he whom I have to thank for all my misfortunes. No, no; let
them do their worst, I know my fate is sealed; but I fear it not. I
will show them that I can die as I have lived, like a soldier; they
shall not triumph in my weakness so long as the blood flows through
my veins."
With this reflection and similar thoughts upon his mind, he once
more threw himself upon the hard damp floor, and after thinking long
and tenderly of Isabella Gonzales and her brother, he once more
dropped to sleep, but not until the morning gun had relieved the
sentinels, and the drum had beat the reveille.
CHAPTER VIII.
THE FAREWELL.
THE apartment in Don Gonzales's house appropriated as Ruez's
sleeping room, led out of the main reception hall, and adjoined that
of his sister Isabella. Both rooms looked out upon the Plato, and
over the Gulf Stream and outer portions of the harbor, where the
grim Moro tower and its cannon frown over the narrow entrance of the
inner bay.
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