trail and by the camp-fire he had always dreamed of an impossible
republic, an Utopia ruled by love and justice, and I now saw he
believed that the dreams had at last come true. I knew that the offer
these men had made to follow him, filled him with a great happiness
and gratitude. And that he, who all his life had striven so earnestly
and so loyally for others, would give his very soul for men who fought
for him. I was not glad that they had offered to make him their
leader. I could only look ahead with miserable forebodings and feel
bitterly sorry that one so fine and good was again to be disillusioned
and disappointed and cast down.

But there was no time that night to look ahead. The men were outside
the hut, a black, growling mob crying for revenge upon Garcia. Had we
not at once surrounded them they would have broken for his camp and
murdered him in his hammock, and with him his ignorant, deceived
followers.

But when Webster spoke to them as he had spoken to us, and told them
what we planned to do, and Laguerre stepped out into the moon-light,
they forgot their anger in their pride for him, and at his first word
they fell into the ranks as obediently as so many fond and devoted
children.

In Honduras a night attack is a discredited manoeuvre. It is
considered an affront to the Blessed Virgin, who first invented sleep.
And those officers who that night guarded Pecachua being acquainted
with Garcia's plot, were not expecting us until two nights later, when
we were to walk into their parlor, and be torn to pieces.
Consequently, when Miller, who knew Pecachua well, having served
without political prejudice in six revolutions, led us up a by-path to