innocent girl of seventeen summers, a Christian who knows her Catechism, and would not harm the smallest thing that God has made—no, not a fly, which is not regarded on account of its smallness. Why, sir, it is due to her tender heart that you are safely sheltered here, instead of being left out of doors in this tempestuous night."
"To her—to this girl?" I returned in astonishment. "Explain, old man, for I do not know how I was saved."
"To-day, señor, through your own heedlessness you were bitten by a venomous snake."
"Yes, that is true, although I do not know how it came to your knowledge. But why am I not a dead man, then—have you done something to save me from the effects of the poison?"
"Nothing. What could I do so long after you were bitten? When a man is bitten by a snake in a solitary place he is in God's hands. He will live or die as God wills. There is nothing to be done. But surely, sir, you remember that my poor grandchild was with you in the wood when the snake bit you?"
"A girl was there—a strange girl I have seen and heard before when I have walked in the forest. But not this girl—surely not this girl!"
"No other," said he, carefully rolling up another cigarette.
"It is not possible!" I returned.
"Ill would you have fared, sir, had she not been there. For after being bitten, you rushed away into the thickest part of the wood, and went about in a circle like a
