True Stories of Girl Heroines

"Mistress! my mistress! the Moriscos are upon us!" Inez sprang to her feet, the rich southern blood receding for a moment from her cheek, as those words fell upon her ears-words of such fearful significance to the Christian inhabitants of the Moorish territory along the Sierra Nevada. "Juana, what mean you? Speak, girl! What have you heard? What have you seen?" Juana's face had been white when she came bursting in upon her young mistress; she held her hand to her side; her breath came and went in great gasps; yet already she was recovering the power of speech, and she seized Inez by the arm.