are almost Americans, as you see. I dare say that's what makes
Isabel hate Americans so bitterly."

"Wouldn't it please her to know that I'm becoming Cubanized as
fast as ever I can?" ventured the caller.

"Oh, she hates Cubans, too!" laughed the brother. "She's Spanish,
you know. Well, it's fortunate you didn't see her to-day. Br-r!
What a temper! We had our theatricals, too. I asked her for money,
as usual, and, as usual, she refused. It was like a scene from a
play. She'll walk in her sleep to-night, if ever."

Rosa nodded soberly, and O'Reilly, suppressing some light reply
that had sprung to his lips, inquired, curiously, "What do you
mean by that?"

Brother and sister joined in explaining that Dona Isabel was given
to peculiar actions, especially after periods of excitement or
anger, and that one of her eccentricities had taken the form of
somnambulistic wanderings. "Oh, she's crazy enough," Esteban
concluded. "I believe it's her evil conscience."

Rosa explained further: "She used to steal about at night, hoping
to surprise papa or Sebastian going or coming from the treasure.
They were both killed, as you know, and the secret of the hiding-
place was lost. Now Isabel declares that they come to her in her
sleep and that she has to help them hunt for it, whether she
wishes or not. It is retribution." The speaker drew up her
shoulders and shivered, but Esteban smiled.