"My dear child," said Isabelle, with much feeling, and kissing
Chiquita's forehead, "you are a very brave little girl."
"I saw your friends. They had been searching and searching for you; but
without Chiquita they would never have found out where you were hidden.
The captain was rushing about like an angry lion--his eyes flashed
fire--he was magnificent. I came back with him. He rode, and held me
in front of him. He is hidden in a little wood not far off, he and his
comrades--they must keep out of sight, you know. This evening, as soon
as it is dark, they will try to get in here to you--by the tree,
you know. There's sure to be a scrimmage--pistol shots and swords
clashing--oh! it will be splendid; for there's nothing so fine as a good
fight; when the men are in earnest, and fierce and brave. Now don't you
be frightened and scream, as silly women do; nothing upsets them like
that. You must just remain perfectly quiet, and keep out of their
way. If you like, I will come and stay by you, so that you will not be
afraid."
"Don't be uneasy about that, Chiquita! I will not annoy my brave
friends, who come to save my life at the risk of their own, by any
foolish fears or demonstrations; that I promise you."
"That's right," the child replied, "and until they come, you can defend
yourself with my knife, you know.
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