He had no time to add more, because Paul was now in the Spanish camp, and was gravely saluting the leader, whom he had recognized instantly to be such by his dress and manner.

Francisco Alvarez rose to his feet, and politely returned the salute.

He saw at once a quality in the stranger that was not wholly of the wilderness.

Braxton Wyatt nodded, but Paul took no notice whatever of him.

A flush broke again through the tan of the renegade's face.
"Be seated," said Alvarez, and Paul sat down on a little grassy knoll.
"You are Captain Francisco Alvarez of the Spanish forces at New Orleans ?" "You have me truly," replied the Spaniard smiling and shrugging his shoulders, "although I cannot surmise how you became aware of my presence here.