"Don Luis, if he should visit us, is less likely to look there than anywhere else." Into the cook tent they bore the stranger, arranging a bed on the floor, and covering the sick man with such blankets as his condition appeared to call for.
"I am back, _caballeros_," announced Nicolas, treading softly into the tent.

"To the praise of Heaven, be it said, I secured the medicines you told me to get." Then Nicolas stopped short, gazing wonderingly at the fever-flushed face of the stranger..