'Yes, thanks,' answered Conyngham, suppressing a desire to laugh.
'That is well. Ronda is a pleasant place, as you will find. Most interesting--Moorish remains, you understand. I will send my servant for your baggage, and of course my poor house is at your disposal. You will stay with me until we can find some work for you to do. You wish to take service with us, of course?'
'Yes,' answered Conynghamn. 'Rather thought of it--if you will have me.'
The General glanced up at his stalwart companion with a measuring eye.
'My house,' he said, in a conversational way, as if only desirous of making matters as pleasant as possible in a life which nature had intended to be peaceful and sunny, and perhaps trifling, but which the wickedness of men had rendered otherwise, 'my house is, as you would
