Her tears dropped upon the ivory image of the Crucified, and sympathetic tears sprung into Antonia's and Isabel's eyes, as they listened to her imploration.
That night, when all was dark and still, Ortiz returned with the wagon.
In the morning Antonia went to speak to him.

He looked worn-out and sorrowful, and she feared to ask him for news.

"There is food in the house, and I have made you chocolate," she said, as she pitifully scanned the man's exhausted condition.
"The Senorita is kind as the angels.

I will eat and drink at her order.
I am, indeed, faint and hungry." She brought him to the table, and when he refused to sit in her presence, she said frankly, "Captain Ortiz, you are our friend and not our servant.

Rest and refresh yourself." He bent upon one knee and kissed the hand she offered, and without further remonstrance obeyed her desire.