Once more his hands went to his head with a tragic gesture, and
yet it did not seem that he was in physical pain. The cut on his
head had stopped bleeding.

"It is too bad! Too bad! And yet fate would have it so!" he
murmured after a pause. "But that it should turn in such a queer
circle. Well, it is fate--I must accept!"

Joe and Blake looked at each other, Blake with slightly raised
eyebrows, which might mean an implied question as to the man's
sanity. Then the moving picture boys looked at Hank, who had
driven them about on several excursions before they bought the
motor cycle.

Hank, who stood a little behind the Spaniard, shrugged his
shoulders, and tapped his head significantly.

"But I must again beg your pardon," said Mr. Alcando quickly. "I
most certainly am not myself this day. But it is the surprise of
meeting you whom I came to seek. Now, if you will pardon me," and
he looked at the letter, addressed to Blake and Joe jointly--which
epistle had been handed to him after it had been picked up from
the ground.

"And were you really looking for us?" asked Joe, much puzzled.

"I was--for both of you young gentlemen. My friend the driver here
can testify to that."

"That's right," said Hank. "This gentleman came in on the New York