. . . The Chief of the battalion
was also obliged to desert his guests, fearing a counter-attack.
Again the officer charged with their safe conduct put himself at the
head of the file, and they began to retrace their steps through
the slippery maze. Desnoyers was tramping sullenly on, angry at the
intervention of the enemy which had cut short his happiness.
Before his inward gaze fluttered the vision of Julio with his black,
curly beard which to him was the greatest novelty of the trip. He heard
again his grave voice, that of a man who has taken up life from a new
viewpoint.
"I am content, father . . . I am content."
The firing, growing constantly more distant, gave the father great
uneasiness. Then he felt an instinctive faith, absurd, very firm. He
saw his son beautiful and immortal as a god. He had a conviction that he
would come out safe and sound from all dangers. That others should die
was but natural, but Julio! . . .
As they got further and further away from the soldier boy, Hope appeared
to be singing in his ears; and as an echo of his pleasing musings, the
father kept repeating mentally:
"No one will kill him. My heart which never deceives me, tells me so.
. . . No one will kill him!"
CHAPTER IV
"NO ONE WILL KILL HIM"
Four months later, Don Marcelo's confidence received a rude shock.
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