My orders are to communicate directly with the Spanish commanders at Holguin and Jiguani, and I shall certainly attempt to carry them out, since the first lesson taught every American soldier is that of absolute and unquestioning obedience to orders." "My dear Lieutenant!" exclaimed del Concha--for this was the rank that Ridge had seen fit to assume--"I begin to perceive why you were chosen for this hopeless task, and though I utterly disapprove your proposed course of action, I cannot but admire your resolution.

Also I cannot find it in my heart to leave you to your own helpless devices.
Therefore I shall accompany you to the vicinity of Holguin.

Then I shall at least be on hand to learn your fate as soon as it is decided." Willing as he would have been to set forth alone, Ridge was glad to have the company of one so familiar with the country as del Concha appeared, and one also whom he believed he might trust.

His confidence in the acquaintance thus strangely made was strengthened a little later as they rode together, and the latter, in answer to his questions, disclosed a portion of his own history.
"I came to this place last evening," he said, "in the hope of getting a few shots at the Spanish lancha, which, as I told you, patrols the coast twice daily; for Spaniards have become so scarce of late, and confine themselves so closely to the larger towns, that it is sometimes difficult to maintain my record of one for each day." "What do you mean ?" asked Ridge.
"I mean that during the past year I have personally killed, or caused to be killed, a Spanish soldier for each day that has passed." The young American regarded his companion with horror.
"Moreover," continued the other, coolly, "I have sworn to maintain that average so long as I live and the present war continues.

When I found you this morning I thought my duty for the day was accomplished, but now it is with pleasure that I shall look elsewhere for my dead Spaniard of this date." "Are all Cubans animated by your spirit ?" asked Ridge, whose soul revolted at this calm discussion of what seemed to him cold-blooded murder.
"All who have suffered what I have are, or should be, filled with my longing for vengeance," answered del Concha.