"Come
on, fellows, let's go look after my horse."
In the door Billie turned:
"I'll leave my robe in the cupboard, Senorita; and, if you don't
mind, I'll ask Lieutenant Blunt to make himself at home in the
patio."
"The house is yours, senor. Do as you think best."
"By George!" exclaimed Adrian as they descended the stairs to the
patio, "this is getting serious."
"What?" queried Donald.
"Why this affair of Billie and the young lady we have just
left."
"Nonsense!" from Billie. "It isn't half as serious as what I saw
at Moreno."
"No!" laughed Donald. "I saw that myself; but Josie is an
American. Hey, Ad?"
"I don't think it's very nice to be making remarks about young
ladies in their absence," retorted Adrian, bristling up.
"Oh, come now, Adrian!" laughed Billie. "You started it. But what
do you make out of Santiago?"
"He's evidently a rich old chap with a bug. That's all."
"Well," commented Billie, with a nod of his head, "strange things
do happen when you travel. Who'd have thought we'd ever see the
old chap again, and at a time like this?" and he went back to
where Adrian and Donald had stabled the horses, to see if there
was anything he could do for the wounded animal.
When Lieutenant Blunt was made acquainted with the conditions
prevailing in the house, he immediately took possession of the
lower floor and from that time on until the arrival of General
Funston with the Fifth Brigade, it was made one of the official
residences.
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