"Indeed! And we poor Chihuahuans?"
"When I see the ladies I think you're ce'tainly in the golden
age, but when I break into your politics, I'm some reminded of
that Richard Third fellow in the Shakespeare play."
"Referring, I presume, to my father?" she demanded haughtily.
"In a general way, but eliminating the most objectionable points
of the king fellow."
"You're very kind." She interrupted her scorn to ask him where he
meant her to sleep.
He glanced over the room. "This might do right here, if we had
that bed aired."
"Do you expect to put me in irons?"
"Not right away. Colonel, I'll ask you to go to the office and
notify me as soon as Senor O'Halloran arrives." He waited till
the colonel had gone before adding: "I'm going to leave this boy
with you, senorita, for a while. He'll explain some things to you
that I can't. In about an hour I'll be back, perhaps sooner. So
long, Curly. Tell the lady your secret." And with that Bucky was
out of the room.
"Your secret, child! What does he mean?"
The flame of color that swept into the cheeks of Frances, the
appeal in the shamed eyes, held Carmencita's surprised gaze.
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