Father killed himself--why shouldn't I?
You said a mouthful of that root would kill me, and I always carry it here," and she struck her breast with her clenched fist.
The master thought of the vacant plot beside Smith's grave, and of the passionate little figure before him.

Seizing her hands in his and looking full into her truthful eyes, he said: "Lissy, will you go with ME ?" The child put her arms around his neck, and said joyfully, "Yes." "But now--tonight ?" "Tonight." And, hand in hand, they passed into the road--the narrow road that had once brought her weary feet to the master's door, and which it seemed she should not tread again alone.

The stars glittered brightly above them.

For good or ill the lesson had been learned, and behind them the school of Red Mountain closed upon them forever.
THE RIGHT EYE OF THE COMMANDER The year of grace 1797 passed away on the coast of California in a southwesterly gale.

The little bay of San Carlos, albeit sheltered by the headlands of the blessed Trinity, was rough and turbulent; its foam clung quivering to the seaward wall of the Mission garden; the air was filled with flying sand and spume, and as the Senor Commandante, Hermenegildo Salvatierra, looked from the deep embrasured window of the Presidio guardroom, he felt the salt breath of the distant sea buffet a color into his smoke-dried cheeks.
The Commander, I have said, was gazing thoughtfully from the window of the guardroom.