Chapter 19: A Parcel for Lieutenant O’Donnel

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​⁠Never was such a man as Don Cipriano, Conde de Roldan. Not content with lending me his wings that I might fly while he was left to crawl, he proposed to heap other favours upon the friend of his friends.

He offered me an asylum at his place for my rejuvenated car, lest the enemy in reconnoitring should learn our secret before the time; and, better still, he volunteered to visit the camp of that ene