"
"Can you keep a secret?"
"I think so, Ruez," said Isabella, half smiling at the question of
her brother.
"Well, it's not so very wonderful, since I drew the bullets from the
guns!"
And Ruez explained to her that he had secreted himself in the house,
with the hope that something might turn up to save his friend even
yet, and there he had found a chance to draw the bullets from the
twelve muskets. After he had told her, she threw her arms about his
neck, and said:
"You are a dear, good brother."
"And for what, sister?"
"For saving Captain Bezan's life; for otherwise he had been shot."
"But why do you care so much about it, sister?" asked the boy,
seriously.
"O, nothing, only-that is, you know, Ruez, we owe Captain Bezan so
much ourselves for having hazarded his life for us all."
Ruez turned away from his sister with an expression in his face that
made her start; for he began to read his sister's heart, young as he
was, better than she knew it herself. He loved Lorenzo Bezan so
dearly himself-had learned to think so constantly of him, and to
regard him with such friendly consideration, that no influence of
pride could in the least affect him; and though he had sufficient
penetration to pierce through the subject so far as to realize that
his dearly loved friend regarded his sister with a most ardent and
absorbing love, he could not exactly understand the proud heart of
Isabella, which, save for its pride, would so freely return the
condemned soldier's affection.
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