Manoel then presented himself at the abode of Judge Jarriquez, and
was immediately admitted.
The magistrate, in the study which he never quitted, was still the
victim of the same excitement. The document crumpled by his impatient
fingers, was still there before his eyes on the table.
"Sir," said Manoel, whose voice trembled as he asked the question,
"have you received anything from Rio de Janeiro."
"No," answered the judge; "the order has not yet come to hand, but it
may at any moment."
"And the document?"
"Nothing yet!" exclaimed he. "Everything my imagination can suggest I
have tried, and no result."
"None?"
"Nevertheless, I distinctly see one word in the document--only one!"
"What is that--what is the word?"
"'Fly'!"
Manoel said nothing, but he pressed the hand which Jarriquez held out
to him, and returned to the jangada to wait for the moment of action.
CHAPTER XVII
THE LAST NIGHT
THE VISIT of Yaquita and her daughter had been like all such visits
during the few hours which each day the husband and wife spent
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