"No," he said to himself almost aloud, "I don't think
I've made a mistake this time."

"What did you say?" Camilla asked. "I thought you'd
lost your tongue. . . . I thought the mice had eaten it
up!"

Luis Cervantes frowned and cast a hostile glance at
this little plump monkey with her bronzed complexion,
her ivory teeth, and her thick square toes.

"Look here, Tenderfoot, you know how to tell fairy
stories, don't you?"

For all answer, Luis made an impatient gesture and
moved off, the girl's ecstatic glance following his re-
treating figure until it was lost on the river path. So
profound was her absorption that she shuddered in nerv-
ous surprise as she heard the voice of her neighbor, one-
eyed Maria Antonia, who had been spying from her hut,
shouting:

"Hey, you there: give him some love powder. Then
he might fall for you."

"That's what you'd do, all right!"

"Oh, you think so, do you? Well, you're quite wrong!
Faugh! I despise a tenderfoot, and don't forget it!