Part 6 (1/2)

”It was nothing, I a.s.sure you, Madam,” he replied. ”It was easy because the man was intoxicated. He went over at the first blow. My name,” he continued, ”is Martinez. Jose Martinez. My address is the Waldorf, New York.”

”I am Miss Stuart,” said Miss Sallie, ”and I would like to present you to my niece, Miss Ruth Stuart, and her friends Miss Grace Carter and Misses Barbara and Mollie Thurston. It would give us great pleasure if you would lunch with us, Mr. Martinez.”

”When a man saves your life you certainly can't stand on ceremony,”

commented Miss Sallie to herself.

An animated discussion followed. Mr. Martinez had been to see the chief of police, he said, who would call on Miss Stuart that afternoon, if convenient. He could not offer any hope, however, of catching the men.

Miss Sallie replied that, for her part, she hoped they wouldn't take the creatures. It would do no good and she did not want to spend any time cooped up in a court room in such scorching weather. But did Mr.

Martinez think it would be dangerous for them to take a trip up into the hills the next day?

”It would depend upon the road,” replied Mr. Martinez. ”That is, if the trip were taken by automobile. Of course my motor cycle can run on any road.”

”It is a good road,” replied Ruth. ”At the crossroads there is a bad road; but, fortunately, we do not have to take it, since the new road with the bridge has been opened up, so Major Ten Eyck says.”

In which case Mr. Jose Martinez was of a mind with the young ladies that the trip would be perfectly safe.

Miss Sallie gave a sigh of relief. If this estimable young man sanctioned the trip she felt they might take it with clear consciences.

But she did hope her brother's views on the subject would be the same.

Then the talk drifted into other channels.

”You are a Spaniard, I presume, Mr. Martinez?” questioned Miss Sallie.

”Yes, Madam, a Spaniard by birth, a Frenchman by education and at present an American by choice. I have lived in England, also, but I believe I prefer America to all other countries, even my own.”

Miss Stuart was much gratified at this avowal. She felt that in complimenting America he was complimenting her indirectly.

”Have you seen the Alhambra and the Rock of Gibraltar?” demanded Mollie, her wide, blue eyes full of interest.

”Oh, yes, Madamoiselle,” replied the handsome Spaniard, smiling at her gently, ”I have seen the Alhambra many times, and Gibraltar once only.”

A curious shade pa.s.sed over his face as if Gibraltar held memories which he was not anxious to revive.

”Does the Rock of Gibraltar really look like a lion?” asked Grace, who had not noticed his distaste to the mere mention of the name.

”I do not know, Madamoiselle,” he replied shortly. ”I saw it only from land. I was,” he added hesitatingly, ”very ill when I was there.”

The waiter announced the chief of police to see Miss Sallie, and the luncheon party adjourned to the shady side of the piazza.

All this time Barbara had been very quiet, so quiet, indeed, that Ruth had asked her in a whisper, as they left the dining room, if she were still feeling the shock of the morning.

”Oh, no,” replied Barbara, ”I am simply trying to stifle a ridiculous fear I have that, maybe, we ought not to go to-morrow. It is absurd, so please don't mention it to the others, especially as even Miss Sallie thinks it safe, and little coward Mollie is not afraid.”

”You are just tired, poor dear,” said sympathetic Ruth. ”Come along up to your room, and we shall have a little 'relaxation,' as my old colored mammy used to say. We'll spend a quiet afternoon in our rooms, and at sunset we can take a spin along the river bank before supper. What do you say?”

”I am agreeable,” replied Bab.