This surely must be the one: "NOGALES, MEXICO.

FEDERAL TROOPS OF GENERAL KOSTERLISKY, WITH AMERICAN SOLDIERS OF FORTUNE SERVING ON STAFF OF NOTED GENERAL." Jean had it stamped indelibly upon her brain.

She waited, with a quick intake of breath when the picture stood out with a sudden clarity before her eyes.
A "close-up" group of officers and men,--and some of the men Americans in face, dress, and manner.

But it was one man, and one only, at whom she looked.

Tall he was, and square-shouldered and lean; with his hat set far back on his head and a half smile curling his lips, and his eyes looking straight into the camera.