"You mean to say there's twins like that occupying the _Harvest
Moon_?--

"Magdalena,
First I seen her
Underneath an orange-tree--

"They are," says Irish.

"Well--ain't they got nerve!"

"She was swashin'
Suds and washin'
Shirts beneath her orange-tree,"

he says. "Why, I got to go down and spank 'em!" he says, and he
rolled out of the hammock and went off down the road toward Portate
with Irish pattering after him.

We saw no more of them that day, and we didn't hear any news until
the noon following. There was a gale from the northwest in the
morning. I went down to the city in the afternoon, and found the
Plaza boiling with news.

It seemed that Sadler had gone aboard the _Harvest Moon_ and
surprised the two soldiers, and dipped them in the water with their
artillery, and sent them uptown with the wet warrant stuck in the
muzzle of a gun. Then he paraded the _Harvest Moon_ the length
of Portate's water-front, tooting his steam whistle. Then the Jefe