Beltran took her in his arms and lifted her to the ground. The tree, released, sprang in air.
"Ah! there goes my stirrup. You must get it for me, Beltran."
The gay scarf, having been utilized as a stirrup, had been left to shake and shiver high above them, with the tremors of the tree, which was endeavouring to straighten its bent bark and wood to their normal upright position.
"I can send for that; we must not wait," said Beltran.
"Send for it, indeed! Do you know that I got the scarf in Naples, cousin?--that a Princess Pallavicini gave it to me? Send for it, indeed! Do you think that I would have one of your grimy peons lay his black finger upon that scarf? You pulled the tree down before, bend it down again."
For answer, Beltran leaped in air, trying to seize the scarf. He failed to reach it. Then he climbed the tree, and soon his weight had bent the slight young sapling to earth again. Felisa sat underneath a ceiba, watching Beltran's efforts. At each failure she laughed aloud. She was obviously regretful when finally he released the scarf and handed it to her.
Beltran urged haste with Felisa, but by one pretext or another she delayed him.
"Sit down under this tree, and tell me what is in that letter, cousin."
"It is from my old friend, Silencio; he needs me--"
"I cannot hear, cousin; that mocking-bird sings so loud. Sit down here and tell me--"
"I cannot hear, cousin. You must sit here by me, and tell me all about it."
Beltran threw himself upon the ground with a sigh. She forced his head to her knee, and played with the rings of his hair.
"Now tell me, cousin, and then I shall decide the question for you."
Beltran lay in bliss. Delilah had him within her grasp; still there was firmness in the tone which said:
"I have already decided the question, Sweet. I promised him that I would go to him when he should need me. The time has come, and I must go to-night."
"And leave me?" said Felisa, her delicate face clouding under this news. "And what shall I do if we are attacked while you are away?"
"There is no question of your being attacked, little cousin. Silencio has an enemy, Escobeda, who, he thinks, will attack him to-morrow at daylight. In fact, Felisa, you may as well hear the entire story. Then you will understand why I must go. Silencio is a sort of cousin of mine. He has married the niece of as great a villain as ever went unhung, and he, the uncle, Escobeda, will attack Silencio to recover his niece. He is clearly without the law, for Silencio is married as fast as the padre can make him. But there may be sharp work; there is no time to get government aid, and I doubt if under the circumstances it would be forthcoming. So I must go to Silencio's help." Beltran made a motion as if to rise.