“Poor pale face!  I want to save you from worse than death—­yea, from a living death.  Go from this place; for if you are here a month hence, you will be lost.  Your people here will be defeated, and then the Mexicans will hand you all over to the Padre, who says he means to put you where you will be protected.  Mark me:  you will be sent where no cry for succor will ever be heard.  You will be imprisoned for life, where none can come back to tell the tale.  Mary, go to your friends in the States; or if you cannot get there, go where your people are many, and take your Doctor with you, for blood will yet run down these streets, and I would not that his swelled the stream.  He has promised to watch over you; tell him to take you from here—­from this cursed place.  I have crept from home this dark night to tell you of your danger; I am watched, for the Padre suspects me, but you were always good; you nursed me and my dying mother, and were kind to Manuel, and I would risk more than I have to help you.  I have done all I can; I charge you, wait not till the last moment.”

Inez stretched out her hand for her mantilla, which she folded closely about her face, and then clasped Mary’s hand in hers.

“Inez! oh, Inez!”

“Well, Marinita, I may not linger here.  I will see you again if I can; but if we meet no more, forget not Inez de Garcia, or the love she bears you; and as the greatest blessing now for you, I hope you may soon find peace in the quiet grave.  I shall never find rest till I sleep that last, unbroken sleep!”

“Inez, my heart is wrung by what I have heard to-night; but I beg of you, as a last favor, do not, oh, do not turn away from God!  Inez, there is a God; and death is not an everlasting sleep.  Hereafter is an awful tribunal; and if not again on earth, you and I shall assuredly meet before God.  Oh I believe that he will yet bless you; that he will enable you to bear all earthly trials; and, if faithful, he will receive you at last into the kingdom of eternal rest.  Try to forget the past, and in this book you will find the path of duty so clearly marked out, that you cannot mistake it.  ’Tis all I have about me, yet I pray God it may be the greatest treasure you possess.”

She drew a small Bible from her pocket as she spoke, and pressed it within Inez’s fingers, adding—­“I cannot sufficiently thank you for your kindness in warning me of my danger; I shall leave this place as soon as possible, and shall constantly pray that you may be spared and blessed.”

She held out her hands.  Inez clasped them tightly for a moment, and then glided down the walk as noiselessly as she came.

CHAPTER XVI.

  Be sure that you teach nothing to the people but what is certainly
  to be found in Scripture.”

  Bishop Taylor.