"The Senorita!" she was finally able to whisper hoarsely, as she indicated the side piazza with a nod of head and glance of eyes. "The Senorita!"
And Yi Poon and his secret were forgotten. Enrico and his sons streamed out to the side piazza to behold Leoncia and the Queen and the two Morgans, dropping dust-covered off the backs of riding mules recognizable as from the pastures of the mouth of the Gualaca Kiver. At the same time two Indian man-servants, summoned by the maid, cleared the house and grounds of the fat c******n and his old crone of a companion.
"Come some other time," they told him. "Just now the Senor Solano is very importantly busy."
"Sure, I come some other time," Yi Poon assured them pleasantly, without resentment and without betrayal of the disappointment that was his a
