dark and quiet. There was a bed in the corner, and a man
was lying on the clean sheets. On the table beside him was
a glass pitcher, half-full of water. Spanish Johnny looked
younger than his wife, and when he was in health he was
very handsome: slender, gold-colored, with wavy black
hair, a round, smooth throat, white teeth, and burning
black eyes. His profile was strong and severe, like an
Indian's. What was termed his "wildness" showed itself
only in his feverish eyes and in the color that burned on his
tawny cheeks. That night he was a coppery green, and his
eyes were like black holes. He opened them when the doc-
tor held the candle before his face.

"MI TESTA!" he muttered, "MI TESTA, doctor. "LA
FIEBRE!" Seeing the doctor's companion at the foot of the bed, he
attempted a smile. "MUCHACHA!" he exclaimed deprecat-
ingly.

Dr. Archie stuck a thermometer into his mouth. "Now,
Thea, you can run outside and wait for me."

Thea slipped noiselessly through the dark house and
joined Mrs. Tellamantez. The somber Mexican woman
did not seem inclined to talk, but her nod was friendly.
Thea sat down on the warm sand, her back to the moon,
facing Mrs. Tellamantez on her doorstep, and began to
count the moonflowers on the vine that ran over the house.
Mrs. Tellamantez was always considered a very homely
woman. Her face was of a strongly marked type not sym-
pathetic to Americans. Such long, oval faces, with a full