A handsome lad forced his way through the crowd, placed himself beside
the two corporals, and faced his young countrymen. Before the Mexicans
recovered from their surprise the bell of San Miguel summoned them to
school. They hurried away, leaving the two corporals with the young
Mexican who had come to their assistance.

"My name is Frank Burton," said the older corporal, extending his
hand to the Mexican, "and this is my brother, Henry."

The Mexican boy grasped the proffered hand, and said, "My name is
Manuel Perea, of Algodones."

"We are the sons of the commanding officer at the fort. Can't you come
and see us next holiday?"

"I should much like to; I will ask the fathers if I may."

"Come over, and we will try to make your visit pleasant."

"How well you speak Spanish! It will be a great pleasure to visit
American boys who can speak my language, for I know but few English
words."

"Next Saturday, then?"

"At ten o'clock, if the padres consent. Good-bye," and Manuel
disappeared into the school-room.

The following Saturday I saw the two corporals and their newly
acquired companion at the post and at dinner in the mess-room, and a