"Eggs?" Harry guessed.

"Excellency, we shall hope to have some eggs by to-morrow,"

"Harry, you idiot, why didn't you ask for mince pie and doughnuts,
too?" laughed Reade.

"Nicolas, my boy, the trouble with me," Harry explained, "is that
chocolate and rolls will never hold my soul and body together
for more than an hour at a time. Chocolate and rolls by all means,
but help us out a bit. What can we call for that is more hearty."

"There are _tortillas_ to be had sometimes," the servant answered.
"Also, sometimes, _frijoles_."

"They both sound good," Harry assented vaguely. "Bring us some."

"_Caballeros_, you shall be served with the speed at which the
eagle flies!" exclaimed the servant. With a separate bow to each
he withdrew, softly closing the door after him.

"Now Harry, let's hustle into some clothes," urged Tom. "Since we
are to eat here mine clothes will be the thing. Hustle into them!"

Bred in the ways of the camps, ten minutes later Tom and Harry
were washed, dressed and otherwise tidy in every respect.

"I've a mind to go outdoors and get some glimpses of the scenery
for a few minutes," Harry hinted.