Now, what would you do with
her in a jail, Bucky?" he asked himself, in humorous dismay; but
even as he reflected on it his roving eye fell on his friend.
"The very thing. I'll take Curly Haid in to her and let them fall
in love with each other. You're liable to be some busy, Bucky,
and shy on leisure to entertain a lady, let alone two."
And so he arranged it. Leaving the former governor and General
Carlo in the cell just vacated by them, Frances and he
accompanied Gabilonda to the secret room behind the corridor
wall.
All three parties to the introduction that followed acknowledged
secretly to a surprise. Miss Carmencita had expected the friend
of big, rough, homely O'Halloran to resemble him in kind, at
least. Instead, she looked on a bronzed young Apollo of the
saddle with something of that same lithe grace she knew and loved
in Juan Valdez. And the shy boy beside him--why, the darling was
sweet enough to kiss. The big, brown, helpless eyes, the
blushing, soft cheeks, the crop of thick, light curls were
details of an extraordinarily taking picture. Really, if these
two were fair specimens, Americans were not so bad, after all.
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