Mercedes laughed again, patting his broad shoulder with her white hand as though she petted a great, good-natured dog.

Then her sparkling black eyes caught sight of something unexpected beyond, and, in an instant, grew hard with purpose.
"Holy Mother! but eet 's true he ees here, senorita--see yonder by de second vindow," she whispered fiercely.

"Maybe it vas so he tink to get you once more, but he not looked dis vay yet.

_Bueno_! I make him dance vis me.

Dis man Stutter Brown, an' he go vis you to de hotel; ees eet not so, _amigo_ ?" "I-I have no t-t-time," he stuttered, totally confused.