entering at his nose, put a stop to his lancing for the future). I
hastened to Cabrera's quarter, and related to him some of my
adventures during the day.

"But, General," said he, "you are standing. I beg you chiudete
l'uscio (take a chair)."

I did so, and then for the first time was aware that there was some
foreign substance in the tail of my coat, which prevented my
sitting at ease. I drew out the Magazine which I had seized, and
there, to my wonder, discovered the Christino lance twisted up like
a fish-hook or a pastoral crook.

"Ha! ha! ha!" said Cabrera (who is a notorious wag).

"Valdepenas madrilenos," growled out Tristany.

"By my cachuca di caballero (upon my honour as a gentleman),"
shrieked out Ros d'Eroles, convulsed with laughter, "I will send it
to the Bishop of Leon for a crozier."

"Gahagan has CONSECRATED it," giggled out Ramon Cabrera; and so
they went on with their muchacas for an hour or more. But, when
they heard that the means of my salvation from the lance of the
scoundrelly Christino had been the Magazine containing my own
history, their laugh was changed into wonder. I read them
(speaking Spanish more fluently than English) every word of my
story. "But how is this?" said Cabrera. "You surely have other
adventures to relate?"