Alessandro was making all haste. His hands trembled. "We must make all the speed we can, dearest Senorita," he said, "for a few hours. Then we will rest. Before light, we will be in a spot where we can hide safely all day. We will journey only by night, lest they pursue us."
"They will not," said Ramona. "There is no danger. The Senora said she should do nothing. 'Nothing!'" she repeated, in a bitter tone. "That is what she made Felipe say, too. Felipe wanted to help us. He would have liked to have you stay with us; but all he could get was, that she would do 'nothing!' But they will not follow us. They will wish never to hear of me again. I mean, the Senora will wish never to hear of me. Felipe will be sorry. Felipe is very good, Alessandro."
They were all ready now,-- Ramona on Baba, the two packed nets swinging from her saddle, one on either side. Alessandro, walking, led his tired pony. It was a sad sort of procession for one going to be wed, but Ramona's heart was full of joy.
"I don't know why it is, Alessandro," she said; "I should think I would be afraid, but I have not the least fear,-- not the least; not of anything that can come, Alessandro," she reiterated with emphasis. "Is it not strange?"
"Yes, Senorita," he replied solemnly, laying his hand on hers as he walked close at her side. "It is strange. I am afraid,-- afraid for you, my Senorita! But it is done, and we will not go back; and perhaps the saints will help you, and will let me take care of you. They must love you, Senorita; but they do not love me, nor my people."
"Are you never going to call me by my name?" asked Ramona. "I hate your calling me Senorita. That was what the Senora always called me when she was displeased."
"I will never speak the word again!" cried Alessandro. "The saints forbid I should speak to you in the words of that woman!"
"Can't you say Ramona?" she asked.
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