across the frontier was another job but it wasn't my job. It
wouldn't have done for her to appear in sight of French frontier
posts in the company of Carlist uniforms. She seems to have a
fearless streak in her nature. At one time as we were climbing a
slope absolutely exposed to artillery fire I asked her on purpose,
being provoked by the way she looked about at the scenery, 'A
little emotion, eh?' And she answered me in a low voice: 'Oh,
yes! I am moved. I used to run about these hills when I was
little.' And note, just then the trooper close behind us had been
wounded by a shell fragment. He was swearing awfully and fighting
with his horse. The shells were falling around us about two to the
minute.

"Luckily the Alphonsist shells are not much better than our own.
But women are funny. I was afraid the maid would jump down and
clear out amongst the rocks, in which case we should have had to
dismount and catch her. But she didn't do that; she sat perfectly
still on her mule and shrieked. Just simply shrieked. Ultimately
we came to a curiously shaped rock at the end of a short wooded
valley. It was very still there and the sunshine was brilliant. I
said to Dona Rita: 'We will have to part in a few minutes. I
understand that my mission ends at this rock.' And she said: 'I
know this rock well. This is my country.'

"Then she thanked me for bringing her there and presently three
peasants appeared, waiting for us, two youths and one shaven old
man, with a thin nose like a sword blade and perfectly round eyes,
a character well known to the whole Carlist army. The two youths
stopped under the trees at a distance, but the old fellow came
quite close up and gazed at her, screwing up his eyes as if looking