At this moment, an indian maiden, with dishevelled hair, came rapidly running across the _plaza_ toward the schoolhouse.

Rushing past me, she entered the school-room, and seeing the subject lying on the floor clasped her hands and cried, "Florencito! My Florencito, why wait here?
Stay not with these cruel men; flee with me!" Seizing him by the hand, they dislodged the plaster from his shoulders and started for the door, but catching sight of me, cast a glance around, saw the open window, and leaping through it, dashed off home.

Up to this time the local authorities had shown an interest in our work and a willingness to aid.

Calling the chief of police, I bade him and the teacher seek our subject and bring him back for the completion of the operation.

"But, sir," said the chief of police, "suppose he does not wish to come ?" "Why are you chief of police ?" was my reply.