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290 on those same plains of Xauxa, while the same ancient walls, with the impassability of immortal things, again stared down on the struggle of the races.

Garcia had escaped over the Bolivian frontier, and was on the point of blowing out his brains when he heard of a revolution in Paraguay which made life worth living again. So he crossed into Paraguay with his lawless "cabinet," to the great satisfaction of the President of Bolivia.

From Sicuani, Uncle Francis and Natividad had gone straight to Mollendo, hoping to find the Marquis there, if the new fortunes of the republic had also opened the doors of his prison. As to Dick, they had not expected to see him until Lima, "after he had done everything to save Maria-Teresa."

It was the first time that they had pronounced her name before him, and Dick saw a very real and very great sympathy in their faces.

"She is dead," he said, gripping his uncle's shoulder.

"Poor boy!"

They paced up and down again, silently, before the raging breakers of the Pacific, which had already kept two of them prisoners in Mollendo for the past ten days. Dick would not say another word, and his companions, ignorant