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TEE SPANISH REVOLT OF 1836
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He rose up feebly to leave the room — perhaps to call a higher Tribunal to witness his humiliation.
A sudden thought came to her. ' ' It was not meant for you, father," she called to him, ' ' I am sure of it. He is using you as a whip to punish the citizens." But she knew the real cause, and the shame of it flooded her cheeks with tears.
So, Olivia and Juan entering, found her. The silent student dis
ernador's letter lay on the table, and he picked it up to study it. The hard facts were there, right enough, a direct buffet in the face of Montereyans, thru the person of their beloved alcalde.
His anger slowly rose — a merciless anger, pushed on by cruelty and injustice. He could have closed his fingers round the fat Mexican's throat and rocked his head till it cracked against the walls of the Presidio.
DEFENDING THE PRESIDIO
creetly drew aside, and Isabella, without shame, threw herself into the arms of her friend. Half sobbing, half high-voiced with indignation, she told of her encounter with the gobernador and its consequences. Her bosom heaved like one overcome with violent running.
Olivia, realizing that the calm of her room was the best medicine for the breaking spirit of the girl, gently led her out as a mother would do.
Juan, left alone, half understood the thing. Its cure, perhaps, remained with a woman ; a man 's need was to cauterize the wound. The gob
This the itching anger of the thing bade him do, but in his swift strides about the room, he pictured the unprepared settlers mustered at Los Nietos, his premature capture and death, and then the relentless tragedy closing in on them. But his nostrils worked from the fire racing thru them, and his eyes turned to coals. He must have action — action at any cost!
A minute afterward his horse, pricked on by silver rowels, was racing down the long road to Los Nietos.
The tidings he bore into the unprepared camp acted as so much kindling