"Inez, does Mañuel know you came for me?"

"Yes; he objected at first, but as the pain grew more acute, he begged
us to do something for him. I told him there was none to help save
you. He frowned a little, but nodded his head, and then I lost no
time."

They entered the apartment of the sufferer, and Inez started at the
change which had taken place during her temporary absence. Mañuel
feebly turned his head as the door opened, and his eyes brightened
as they rested on Inez. He motioned her to sit beside him, and she
complied, lifting his head and carefully leaning it upon her bosom.
Dr. Bryant examined the wound, felt the pulse, and stooping over him,
asked:

"Nevarro, do you suffer much?"

Mañuel laid his hand on the bleeding side, and feebly inclined his
head.

"Inez, I can only use one hand, will you assist me in binding this
wound?"

She attempted to rise, but Nevarro clutched her hand and gasped--"Too
late--too late!"

Resolved to do something, if possible, for his relief, Frank beckoned
to the Don, who stood near, and with some difficulty they succeeded
in passing a bandage round the mouth of the wound. The groans of the