When Rosa Varona regained¹ consciousness sufficiently² to understand what had happened she proved herself a person of no little self-control. She went to pieces for a moment, as was only natural, but O'Reilly soon succeeded in calming her. Nor did he have to remind her twice that this was no time for weakness or hysteria; it was she, in fact, who first voiced the fear that Cobo dead was scarcely less of a menace than Cobo alive.  
"What are we going to do with him?" she inquired.
 
Jacket, too, appreciated the dangers of the situation. "We must get rid of him quickly," said he, "for his men are close by; he will be missed and there will be a search."
 
"I don't intend to make him a present of that treasure," O'Reilly said, grimly. "It is our only salvation³."
 
"But how are we going to hide him?" Jacket inquired. "One might as well try to conceal⁴ a church; oxen couldn't hoist⁵ him out of that hole."
 
"Precisely⁶! He has made our work easy for us. We can't take more than a small part of the money with us, anyhow; the rest will have to lie here until the war is over. Well! We shall leave Cobo on guard over what remains⁷!"
 
Jacket was immensely pleased with this idea, once he had grasped it. "What could be better?" he cried. "The man's spirit is evil enough to frighten people away and we will drop stones upon him, so that he can learn the taste of his own medicine. It suits me exactly to think of Colonel Cobo standing⁸ on his head in a hole in the ground for the rest of eternity⁹!"
 
O'Reilly was by this time suffering the full reaction from the events of the past half-hour and he was nearer exhaustion¹⁰ than he dreamed, but, conquering his repugnance¹¹ for his unescapable task, he lowered himself once more into the well. His arms were weak, however, and his fingers numb¹³, so he fell rather than slid the length of the rope. He managed to open the door of the treasure-chamber, then entered and loaded his pockets with gold. He sent up the jewel-box at the end of the rope, dragged the body of Cobo into the cave, then wedged the barricade¹⁵ back into place. It required the combined strength of Rosa and Jacket to help him the last few feet of his climb.
 
"Now fetch stones, rubbish, anything—and throw it in there," he gasped¹⁶.
 
The boy and the girl fell to with a will, and after a time Johnnie joined them. Slowly, laboriously¹⁷, the three of them carried debris¹⁸ from the edge of the quarry¹⁹ and bricks from the ruined house; they scraped up armfuls of leaves and trash—anything, in fact, which would serve to raise the bottom of the shaft²⁰ and conceal the entrance to their enemy's resting-place. It was slavish work, but O'Reilly kept them at it until they were ready to drop. Daylight overtook them at their task.
 
They were weak, sick, deadly tired; they could barely shuffle²¹ a few yards at a time when they finally reached Asensio's hut; nevertheless there was hope in their hearts, for O'Reilly's ragged¹⁴ clothes sagged²² with the weight of gold pieces and the little metal box he carried was heavy. Nor were they greatly concerned about the safety of the treasure they had left behind, for the entrance to the cavern²³ lay deeply buried, and Cobo, the guerrilla, stood guard over the chests of plate and the casks of coin.
 
Evangelina, vastly bewildered at the sight of the coin which was forced into her palm, went for food and spent most of the day in cooking it. The treasure-hunters alternately slept and ate. It was not until well along toward evening that Rosa and O'Reilly felt any desire to take stock of the contents of that jewel-box, but finally, with heads together and with backs to the door of the bohio, they made a furtive²⁴ examination. It was a task that held them spellbound, for there were loose gems²⁵ of many varieties, some well, some badly cut; there were pieces of antique Spanish jewelry²⁶, valuable mainly by virtue²⁷ of their antiquity²⁸, clumsy settings of silver and gold containing dead, uninteresting stones; others of the finest and most delicate workmanship. Some of the pieces were like glittering cobwebs enmeshing sparks of fire and drops of blood. They found emeralds and sapphires²⁹ the value of which they did not attempt to estimate; and, besides these, a miscellaneous assortment³¹ of semiprecious stones. There was a fine collection of opals of every size and color, among which were a number of huge flat black ones, indescribably gorgeous with their ever-changing peacock hues³². But finest of all the lot were the pearls. Where old Don Esteban had secured these latter was a mystery, for he had not been a widely traveled man. They were splendid, unrivaled in size and luster³³. Some had the iridescence³⁴ of soap-bubbles, others ranged from pink to deepest chocolate in color. To touch them was like sacrilege.
 
O'Reilly realized vaguely³⁵ that he held in his lap a fortune greater than his wildest dreams had ever compassed. These were the jewels of a rajah. It seemed incredible that this ragged girl beside him was a regal heiress, the possessor of a treasure such as kings might envy. After a time he realized that the mere³⁶ possession of these gems constituted a new and overwhelming menace.
 
All that evening he and Rosa cowered³⁷ in the darkness, whispering furtively³⁸, their nerves on edge, their senses strained. It seemed to them that new and unsuspected perils⁴⁰ stalked abroad through the night.
 
Morning found all hands more nearly rational and feeling the first gnawings of a healthy hunger. Even Asensio confessed to a quite miraculous⁴¹ improvement. While Evangelina prepared breakfast the lovers agreed upon a story to explain the origin of that mysterious gold piece, and later Johnnie warned Jacket for a second time to keep his tongue between his teeth.
 
"We will have to be doubly careful now," he told the boy. "An unguarded word or an incautious move would be the end of us."
 
Jacket nodded his complete comprehension. "Sure! All Spaniards are robbers and they'd kill us for a peso. Yes, and the pacificos are no better. I tell you we need to get out of this place."
 
"I intend to arrange it at once, but—the sight of those jewels has frightened me. If we are searched—if we are even suspected—"
 
"Oh, Rosa wouldn't have any more use for her pretty trinkets. She'd be in heaven before you could scratch your nose."
 
O'Reilly frowned. "She isn't at all strong yet. I'm wondering if she can endure the hardships we'll encounter when, or if, we get away."
 
"Exactly what I was thinking. I've been considering another plan."
 
"Indeed?" O'Reilly scanned the face of his young friend with interest. He was beginning to have a high regard for Jacket's capabilities⁴², and the boy's exploit of the night before certainly entitled him to be heard upon any subject.
 
"I told you about my friend at the market," the latter continued.
"Well, he is a miserable⁴⁴ Spaniard, but he has a son in the manigua."
"One of us?" Johnnie was surprised.
 
"Yes. The old fellow owns a volandra in which he brings charcoal⁴⁵ from the eastward⁴⁶ twice a month."
 
There was a moment of silence; then O'Reilly said, slowly, as if hesitating even to voice such a suggestion, "You mean—he might take us out of here—on his schooner⁴⁷?"
 
"Who knows? He's not a bad old fellow and he likes me. But there would be no place for women."
 
"How well does he like you?"
 
"Oh, we are like two thieves."
 
After another period of thought O'Reilly said, "Take me to him, and remember I'm your brother Juan."
 
The Matanzas market did not present a scene of great activity when the two friends slunk into it. It was midday, and what food had earlier been offered for sale had for the most part long since disappeared. All but a few of the stalls were empty, and a number of emaciated⁴⁸ reconcentrados were searching listlessly among them for neglected scraps⁴⁹, or imploring⁵⁰ aid from such marketmen as still lingered about. Like most Spanish markets, the building was far from clean and housed odors unpleasant even to starving people. In the smelliest section, at one of the fish-stalls, Jacket accosted⁵¹ a villainous old brigand⁵² in a rough Gallego cap, baggy⁵³ blouse and trousers, and straw sandals.
 
"Good day, my Captain," he cried, cheerily.
 
The Spaniard raised his head, scowled⁵⁴ ferociously⁵⁵, then waved a long, thin-bladed knife in menacing fashion.
 
"Aha! So there you are, robber! Be off now before I slit⁵⁶ your greedy little belly⁵⁷!" He spoke⁵⁸ in an angry, husky voice. When Jacket stood his ground he reached for him with a hand upon which blood and fish-scales had dried. "Didn't I promise to give you to the soldiers if you came back to bother me?"
 
Jacket was unabashed by this hostile reception. He grinned broadly and with an impudent⁵⁹ eye he scanned the empty premises⁶⁰. "Where is my little fish?" he demanded. "As I live, I believe you have sold it! God! What a miser⁴³! For the sake of another centavo you would see me starve? There's a heart for you!"
 
"YOUR little fish!" roared the brigand, clashing his blade on the filthy⁶¹ counter. "No shark ever stole so many fish as you. Come, I shall make an end of you, and have some peace. Starve? YOU? Bah! Your body is like a gourd⁶²."
 
"Yes, and quite as hollow. I starve because you possess a heart of stone. One little fish, no longer than your finger. Just one?"
 
"Not so much as a fin¹²!" cried the man. "Can I feed all the rebels in
Matanzas?"
"One little fish," Jacket wheedled⁶³, "for the sake of Miguelito, who is bravely fighting in the manigua, to the shame of his miserly old father, fattening⁶⁴ on the groans⁶⁵ of good patriots⁶⁶ like me! Must I remind you again that Miguelito was my brother? That I have robbed my own belly in order to give him food?"
 
"Liar⁶⁷!"
 
"It is true."
 
"You never saw him."
 
"Miguel Morin? With a scar on his neck? The bravest boy in all the Orient? Ask him about Narciso Villar. Come, give me my fish! Or must I lie down and die before your very eyes to prove my hunger?"
 
"What a nuisance!" grumbled⁶⁸ the marketman. He reached into a basket and flung a mackerel upon the table. "There! I saved it for you, and sent the good women of Matanzas away empty-handed. But it is the very last. Annoy me again and I shall open you with my knife and put salt on you."
 
"Ah! You ARE my good captain!" Jacket cried in triumph, possessing himself of the prize. "Where would I have been but for you?" Turning to O'Reilly, who had looked on from a distance at this artificial quarrel, he said, "Captain Morin, this is that brother Juan of whom I have told you."
 
Morin smiled at Johnnie and extended his dirty palm. "The little fellow can speak the truth when he wishes, it seems. I began to doubt that he had a brother. What a boy, eh?" Leaning closer, he whispered, hoarsely⁶⁹: "It is cheaper to give him a fish than to have him steal a whole basketful. But he is a great liar. Even yet I'm not sure that he knows my Miguelito."
 
"You have a son with the Insurrectos?"
 
"Yes." The fisherman cast a furtive glance over his shoulder. "He is a traitor⁷¹ of the worst sort, and I don't approve of him, but he's a brave boy and he loves fighting. Sometimes I get hungry to see him."
 
"Why don't you go and fight by his side?" Jacket demanded.
 
"God forbid!" Morin flung up his hands. "I'm a loyal subject."
 
"Well, we are going back to fight. We are ............