CHAPTER XLVI.
PLAYING FOR HIGH STAKES.
Scarcely has a third of the distance to Santiago been
covered when horse and rider realize that the pace set
is no longer compatible with the Cuban climate. As
Rozinante settles into a walk, Ashley pulls vigorously
on a fresh cigar and revolves the situation in his mind.
"Credulous fool!" he grumbles, thinking of the betrayed Don Manuel de Quesada. "Played right into the enemy's hands. But wiser and greater men have been cozened by the smiles of a beautiful woman. Besides, he is Juanita's father. That covers a multitude of short-*comings. Ah, Juanita, I must indeed love thee when I would willingly risk my valuable life in thy behalf. I am not a hypocrite, and I confess that an absorbing interest in my personal welfare has ever been one of my glittering characteristics."
"Those papers must be recovered. But how? But I have a mighty big job on my hands, even if Truenos is not a Richelieu. Well, it is the pen against the sword, and may heaven maintain the vaunted mightiness of the pen."
It is something after seven o'clock when Ashley arrives at Santiago. The first acquaintance he meets, after he has put up his horse and proceeded toward his hotel, is General Murillo.
"Of course you are going to the ball?" remarks Ashley, as they shake hands.
Most assuredly General Murillo will be there. It will be a grand affair. Senor Ashley must attend, by all means.
Senor Ashley means to be there, and he thanks General Murillo for an offer to introduce him to a score of the prettiest maids in Cuba. And when the general insists upon his American friend dining with him, the latter quickly accepts. He has no time to waste, he tells himself, but he is much relieved when, in reply to his
