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Arriving at the convent, Nina did not have the same merry nature as before, and her leisure hours seemed to be passed in reveries.

After some months at the convent, the girl went into the city, to pass a short vacation with her kindred, and to accompany them to a grand tournament which was given by army officers and gentlemen fond of such sports.

There was a bull-fight, then a riding-match for a prize, a shooting-match, a combat on horseback with swords, and lasso-throwing.

There were champions in each different sport, and one winning a prize was to hold himself ready to defend it should any one challenge him to do so at the time that it was presented to him in the arena.

The bull-fight had ended disastrously, for the infuriated animals had killed several horses and wounded half a dozen of the amateur fighters, until not another one dared enter the ring, it was supposed, when, to the surprise of all, a horseman, splendidly mounted, rode into the arena.

He was masked, and wore the richest of costumes. Who he was no one knew, and he had merely given his name as the “Cavalier of the Rio Grande.”