What have I now left except you?
The rising of the sun sealed my father's fate." "True," he admitted soberly, lifting his hat in grave gesture.

"I feel like a condemned coward, my name a byword for the rabble, being here in such comparative safety, when, in honor, I should be lying beside my comrades." "Nay; say not that! You are young; much of life, of usefulness, lies before you.

I knew that at the best only one destined victim might be plucked from the Spaniard's vengeance.

It was at his approval I made choice of you.

My father is robbed of but few years, while you are too young to die.