"That's right," agreed Blake. They had not yet given the Spaniard
a definite answer regarding his joining them.

"It does not matter--the haste, young gentlemen," Mr. Alcando had
said with a smile that showed his white teeth, in strong contrast
to his dark complexion. "I am not in so much of a haste. As we
say, in my country, there is always mañana--to-morrow."

Blake and Joe, while they found the Spaniard very pleasant, could
not truthfully say that they felt for him the comradeship they
might have manifested toward one of their own nationality. He was
polite and considerate toward them--almost too polite at times,
but that came natural to him, perhaps.

He was a little older than Joe and Blake, but he did not take
advantage of that. He seemed to have fully recovered from the
accident, though there was a nervousness in his actions at times
that set the boys to wondering. And, occasionally, Blake or Joe
would catch him surreptitiously looking at them in a strange
manner.

"I wonder what's up?" said Blake to Joe, after one of those
occasions. "He sure does act queer."

"That's what I say," agreed Joe. "It's just as though he were
sorry he had to be under obligations to us, if you can call it
that, for saving his life."

"That's how it impresses me. But perhaps we only imagine it.