Rosa Varona did not die. On the contrary, under her lover's care she made so amazingly swift a recovery that improvement was visible from hour to hour; she rallied like a wilted¹ flower under a refreshing² rain. It was O'Reilly's presence as much as the nourishing diet provided by his money which effected this marvel³, although the certainty that Esteban was alive and safe put added force into her determination to live. Rosa found hope springing up in her breast, and one day she caught herself laughing. The marvel of it was unbelievable. O'Reilly was sitting beside her bed of leaves at the time; impulsively⁴ she pressed his hand to her lips, repeating a question she had asked him many times:  
"Do you love me?"
 
For answer he bent⁵ and kissed her. What he said was of no consequence.
 
Rosa held his hand against her cheek, at a loss for words with which to voice her gladness.
 
"Such happiness as mine belongs in heaven," she managed to tell him. "Sometimes it frightens me. With you by my side this prison is a paradise and I want for nothing. War, suffering, distress—I can't imagine they longer exist."
 
"Nevertheless, they do, and Matanzas is anything but a paradise," said he. "It is—hell, and we must set about quickly to get out of it."
 
"Escape, do you mean? But that is impossible. Asensio can tell you all about that. The Spaniards used to issue passes for the men to go outside the lines in search of food. It was just a trick. They never came back—all of them were killed. Every one knows better than to try, now."
 
"Nevertheless, we can't stay here much longer." In answer to the girl's puzzled inquiry⁶ he explained: "My money is gone—all but a few cents. This is the last of our food and there is no chance of getting more. Jacket has some mysterious source of supply and he manages to bring in something every now and then, but there are five of us to feed, and he can't furnish more than enough for himself. No, we must make a move at once, while we have the strength."
 
Rosa had not asked the source whence came the blessed food which was bringing the life blood back into her body, and although that food was not much—a little meal, a plantain, an occasional scrap⁷ of meat or fish—it had never occurred to her that the supply might be limited. She met the problem bravely, however.
 
"I have been close to death so long that it means little to me," she confessed. "I have you, and—well, with you at my side I can face the worst."
 
"Oh, we won't give up until we have to," he assured her. "If I had money it would be a simple proposition to bribe⁸ some guard to pass us through the lines, but I have spent all that General Betancourt gave me." He smoothed back Rosa's dark hair and smiled reassuringly⁹ at her. "Well, I'll manage somehow; so don't worry your pretty head. I'll find the price, if I have to waylay¹⁰ old Don Mario and rob him. Don't you think I look like a bandit? The very sight of me would terrify that fat rascal¹¹."
 
"To me you are beautiful," breathed the girl. Then she lowered her eyes. "La, la! How I spoil you! I have quite forgotten how to be ladylike. Isabel was right when she called me a bold and forward hussy. Now, then, please turn your face aside, for I wish to think, and so long as you look at me I cannot—I make love to you brazenly¹². See! Now, then, that is much better. I shall hold your hand, so. When I kiss it you may look at me again, for a moment." Drawing herself closer to O'Reilly, Rosa began thoughtfully: "Before you came I more than once was on the point of appealing to some of my former friends, but they are all Spaniards and we are no longer—simpatico, you understand?"
 
Rosa paused for his answer.
 
"Perfectly¹³; I'm in the same fix. Of all the people I used to know there isn't one but would denounce me if I made myself known. Now that I've been fighting with the Insurrectos, I daren't even go to the American consul¹⁴ for help—if there is an American consul."
 
Rosa nodded, then continued, hesitatingly: "I had a vivid dream last night. Perhaps it was a portent¹⁵. Who knows? It was about that stepmother of mine. You remember how she met her death? I wrote you—"
 
"Yes, and Esteban also told me."
 
"It was he who recovered her body from the well. One day, while we were in hiding, away up yonder in the Yumuri, he showed me an old coin—"
 
"I know," O'Reilly said, quickly. "He told me the whole story. He thinks that doubloon is a clue to your father's fortune, but—I can't put much faith in it. In fact, I didn't believe until this moment that there was a doubloon at all."
 
"Oh, indeed there was! I saw it."
 
"Then it wasn't merely a sick fancy of your brother's?"
 
"Indeed no, it—" Rosa broke off to exclaim, "O'Reilly, you are looking at me!"
 
"But you gave me the signal to look," he protested.
 
"Nothing of the sort; you placed your fingers upon my lips." There was a moment of silence during which the lovers were oblivious¹⁷ to all but each other, then Rosa murmured: "How strange! Sometimes your eyes are blue and sometimes gray. Does that mean that your love, too, can change?"
 
"Certainly not. But come, what about Esteban and that doubloon?"
 
With an effort the girl brought herself back to earth. "Well, it occurred to me, in the light of that dream last night, that Esteban may have been right. Of course nobody outside of our family credits the old story, and yet my father was considered a very rich man at one time. Pancho Cueto believed in the existence of the treasure, and he was in a position to know."
 
"True! Perhaps, after all—" O'Reilly frowned meditatively¹⁸.
 
Rosa lifted herself upon her elbow, her eyes sparkling. "Wouldn't it be wonderful if it were true? Just think, O'Reilly, cases of Spanish gold, silver coins in casks, packages of gems¹⁹. Oh, I've heard Isabel talk about it often enough!"
 
"Don't forget those pearls from the Caribbean, as large as plums," Johnny smiled. "I could never quite swallow that. A pearl the size of a currant would buy our freedom right now." After a moment he went on, more seriously: "I've a notion to look into that old well this very afternoon. I—I dare say I'm foolish, but—somehow the story doesn't sound so improbable as it did. Perhaps it is worth investigating—" He made up his mind swiftly. "I—I'm off this very instant."
 
When O'Reilly emerged from the hut he found Jacket industriously²⁰ at work over a fragment of grindstone which he had somewhere unearthed²¹. The boy looked up at his friend's approach and held out for inspection²² a long, thin file, which he was slowly shaping into a knife-blade.
 
"What do you think of that?" he queried²³, proudly. "It may come in handy when we are ready to clear out of this pesthole."
 
"Where did you get it?"
 
"Oh, I stole it. I steal everything I can lay my hands on nowadays. One can never tell when he may have a throat to cut, and a file has good steel in it."
 
"Since you are such an accomplished²⁴ thief, do you think you could steal something for me?" O'Reilly inquired. "A piece of rope?"
 
"Rope?" Jacket was puzzled. "Rope is only good for hanging Spaniards. My friend in the fish-market has a volandra, and—perhaps I can rob him of a halyard." Laying aside his task, Jacket arose and made off in the direction of the water-front. He was back within an hour, and under his shirt he carried a coil of worn, but serviceable, rope. Without waiting to explain his need for this unusual article, O'Reilly linked arms with the boy and set out to climb La Cumbre. When at last they stood in the unused quarry²⁵ and Johnnie made known his intention to explore the old well Jacket regarded him with undisguised amazement²⁶.
 
"What do you expect to find down there?" the latter inquired.
 
"To tell you the truth, I don't really expect to find anything," the man confessed. "Now that I'm here, I'm beginning to feel silly; nevertheless, I'm going to have a look for the hidden treasure of the Varonas."
 
"Hidden treasure!" From Jacket's expression it was plain that he feared his friend was mildly mad. Even after O'Reilly had told him something about old Don Esteban's missing riches, he scouted²⁷ the story. He peeped inquisitively²⁸ into the dark opening of the well, then he shook his head. "Caramba! What an idea! Was this old man crazy, to throw his money away?"
 
"He—he had more than he knew what to do with, and he wished to save it from the Spaniards," O'Reilly explained, lamely²⁹.
 
"Humph! Nobody ever had more money than he wanted." The boy's disgust at such credulity was plain. "This well looks just like any other, only deeper; you'd better look out that you don't break your neck like that foolish old woman, that Dona What's-Her-Name."
 
O'Reilly did indeed feel that he was making himself ridiculous, nevertheless he made the rope fast and swung himself down out of the sunlight, leaving Jacket to stand guard over him. Perhaps fifteen minutes later he reappeared, panting from his exertions³⁰. He was wet, slimy; his clothes were streaked³¹ and stained with mud. Jacket began to laugh shrilly³² at his appearance.
 
"Ha! What a big lizard³³ is this? Your beautiful garments are spoiled. And the treasure? Where is it?" The lad was delighted. He bent double with mirth; he slapped his bare legs and stamped his feet in glee.
 
O'Reilly grinned good-naturedly, and replaced the planks³⁴ which had covered the orifice, then hid the rope in some near-by bushes. On their way back he endured his young friend's banter³⁵ absent-mindedly, but as they neared Asensio's house he startled Jacket by saying, "Can you manage to find a pick-ax or a crowbar?"
 
Jacket's eyes opened; he stopped in the middle of the dusty road. "What did you see down there, compadre? Tell me."
 
"Nothing much. Just enough to make me want to see more. Do you think you can steal some sort of a tool for me?"
 
"I can try."
 
"Please do. And remember, say nothing before Asensio or his wife."
 
Rosa met O'Reilly just inside the door, and at sight of her he uttered an exclamation³⁶ of surprise, for during his absence she had removed the stain from her face and discarded that disfigurement which Evangelina had fitted to her back prior to their departure from the Pan de Matanzas. She stood before him now, straight and slim and graceful—the Rosa of his dreams, only very thin, very fragile. Her poor tatters only enhanced her prettiness, so he thought.
 
"Rosa dear! Do you think this is quite safe?" he ventured, doubtfully.
 
Evangelina, who was bending over her husband, straightened herself and came forward with a smile upon her black face.
 
"She is beautiful, eh? Too beautiful to look at? What did I tell you?"
 
Rosa was in delightful³⁷ confusion at O'Reilly's evident surprise and admiration³⁸. "Then I'm not so altogether changed?" she asked.
 
"Why, you haven't changed at all, except to grow more beautiful. Evangelina is right; you are too beautiful to look at. But wait!" He drew her aside and whispered, "I've been down in the well." Some tremor³⁹ in his voice, some glint in his eyes, caused the girl to seize him eagerly, fiercely. "I may be wrong," he said, hurriedly; "there may be nothing in it—and yet I saw something."
 
"What?"
 
"Wooden beams, timbers of some sort, behind the stone curbing⁴⁰." It was plain Rosa did not comprehend, so he hurried on. "At first I noticed nothing unusual, except that the bottom of the well is nearly dry—filled up, you know, with debris⁴¹ and stuff that has fallen in from the curbing above, then I saw that although the well is dug through rock, nevertheless it is entirely⁴² curbed⁴³ up with stones laid in mortar⁴⁴. That struck me as queer."
 
"Yes?"
 
"I noticed, too, in one place that there was wood behind—as if timbers had been placed there to cover the entrance to a cave. You know this Cuban rock is full of caverns⁴⁵."
 
Rosa clasped her hands, she began to tremble. "You have found it,
O'Reilly. You HAVE!" she whispered.
"No, no, I've found nothing yet. But I've sent Jacket for a pick or a bar and to-night I'm going to pull down those stones and see what is behind them."
 
"To-night? You must let me go, too. I want to help."
 
"Very well. But meanwhile you mustn't let your hopes rise too high, for there is every chance that you will be disappointed. And don't mention it to Evangelina. Now then, I've a few pennies left and I'm going to buy some candles."
 
Rosa embraced her lover impulsively. "Something tells me it is true!
Something tells me you are going to save us all."
Evangelina in the far corner of the hut muttered to her husband: "Such love-birds! They are like parrakeets, forever kissing and cooing!"
 
Jacket returned at dusk and with him he brought a rusty⁴⁷ three-foot iron bar, evidently part of a window grating. The boy was tired, disgusted, and in a vile⁴⁸ temper. "A pick-ax! A crowbar!" He cursed eloquently⁴⁹. "One might as well try to steal a cannon⁵⁰ out of San Severino. I'm ready to do anything within reason, but—"
 
"Why, this will do nicely; it is just what I want," O'Reilly told him.
 
"Humph! I'm glad to hear it, for that rod was nearly the death of me. I broke my back wrenching⁵¹ at it and the

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