They both sighed, sadly. Luis Cervantes came in with
several others to find out the day of their departure.

"We're leaving no later than tomorrow," said Demetrio
without hesitation.

Quail suggested that musicians be summoned from
the neighboring hamlet and that a farewell dance be
given. His idea met with enthusiasm on all sides.

"We'll go, then," Pancracio shouted, "but I'm certainly
going in good company this time. My sweetheart's coming
along with me!"

Demetrio replied that he too would willingly take along
a girl he had set his eye on, but that he hoped none of his
men would leave bitter memories behind them as the
Federals did.

"You won't have long to wait. Everything will be ar-
ranged when you return," Luis Cervantes whispered to him.

"What do you mean?" Demetrio asked. "I thought
that you and Camilla . . ."

"There's not a word of truth in it, Chief. She likes you
but she's afraid of you, that's all."

"Really? Is that really true?"